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"You came for me. Again." Neve's voice was barely more than a whisper as Asha carried her back to the Lighthouse, blood seeping through the hastily put-on bandage.
"Despite …," Neve continued, but Asha just shook her head.
"We'll talk later."
Her mind was racing though. Why was Neve trying to push her away so adamantly?
What would've happened if she hadn't been there to intervene? Would she've lost Neve for good?
Stepping through the Eluvian and into the Lighthouse, she called for help, and everyone just came running, jumping into action.
Asha smiled again. This was her little, dysfunctional family.
