[A trickle of blood winds its way down her nose and over her lips, and there's a thrum, like something's changing. She's sweating slightly, but it takes another few minutes before she slumps back in her chair, breathing. Her eyes stay black.]
Do you think I'd let you?
[She doesn't believe in that kind of debt when it comes to the people she cares about.]
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Do you think I'd let you?
[She doesn't believe in that kind of debt when it comes to the people she cares about.]
I'll do a workup and have you out in a few hours.