[ Aymeric set the vial in his palm, and laid that hand, fingers warm and the leather deceptively cool, over the back of Cain's neck. ]
Survive, first.
[ The corner of his mouth hitched up as he let go and ducked down, nimbly unbuckling his greaves. He didn't need to see Cain drink; the soft shifting expression on his face had been enough. ]
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Survive, first.
[ The corner of his mouth hitched up as he let go and ducked down, nimbly unbuckling his greaves. He didn't need to see Cain drink; the soft shifting expression on his face had been enough. ]
But I shall hold you to it.