[ Clover's hands come up to clutch at the fingers keeping her captive, suddenly much smaller as her seraph form melts away in a shower of light. She is as she always has been, small and butterfly-winged and wreathed in a soft golden glow.
Her little mouth is set in a grim line, shining blue eyes determined under pinched brows. She understands this is her fate. It's okay. As long as Arthur's okay. ]
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Her little mouth is set in a grim line, shining blue eyes determined under pinched brows. She understands this is her fate. It's okay. As long as Arthur's okay. ]