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“I hate it…”
“No you don’t.”
Liandrin corrects Moghedien softly, gently tightening the belt around Moghedien’s waist. It’s been days of testing to even get to this point and she smiles over at Lanfear when the woman drifts in from the other room, still adjusting her outfit.
“These belts are…”
“Frustrating.”
Liandrin smiles, smoothing Moghedien’s outfit one last time before moving to help Lanfear with her own, sensing the tingling sensation of Lanfear’s irritation.
“It’s only until we’re away from here…”
She holds a quiet hand out to Moghedien, then loops an arm through Lanfear’s.
“Breathe, my dears… we’re nearly free.”