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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

Of course, when Bastille had mentioned he had children locked in said basement, Hazel's panicked mind had flown to the image of a cell, barred with metal and little suggestion of comfort. The thought of a permanently enclosed space was already scary enough, so the naked concept of two supposedly innocent children shivering on the cold cement floor had been close to enraging with her temper. The only thing that had shoved it aside was...everything else, really. The second she had managed to gain some level of control over her emotions and memories, she had essentially followed Vi and Alex, Aita's scream finally registering in her brain. She had forgotten that everyone lived in the basement, and it could possibly be as bad as her mind was making it out to be.

Upon seeing the children, Hazel found herself less angry with Bastille than she originally thought. He'd said that they would remain unhurt, which was a relief to hear but part of her still wanted that visual confirmation. They were tiny little things, too, their auras silhouetting their small figures. Hazel stopped beside Bast, struggling to keep her heart rate under control. She nodded along at Vi's suggestion. "Somewhere other than here would be good," She agreed.

The girl shifted a faintly glowing gaze to Carolina as she spoke, ears twitching in acknowledgement as the suggestion wasn't directed at her. Then she shifted her eyes back to the children, drawing in a shaky breath to smile. "We don't bite," She assured. "And we definitely won't keep you down here; that would be mean." Her language was curbed carefully for the girls' sake, though she was trying not to sound...patronizing. "What's your name, puer puella?"

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