[Wrath whips around at the sound of her voice with a gasp-- and equal parts relief and fear run through him like electric currents at the sight of her.]
[His first impulse is to cling to her like she's the only solid, sensical thing in the world (which is more or less true, at least for the time being, and at least for him), but he catches himself just in time and drops into a bow instead, kneeling there in the snow. A GOOD SERVANT. Like he'd been taught to be.]
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[Wrath whips around at the sound of her voice with a gasp-- and equal parts relief and fear run through him like electric currents at the sight of her.]
[His first impulse is to cling to her like she's the only solid, sensical thing in the world (which is more or less true, at least for the time being, and at least for him), but he catches himself just in time and drops into a bow instead, kneeling there in the snow. A GOOD SERVANT. Like he'd been taught to be.]
Master!
What's going on, where are we?