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Cupid moved quick for a blind man, walling Sverke with his body mid-lunge before anyone else could even move. It was easy to see him as weak, soft and grieving as he was, though he nearly rivaled them in size and strength. A little voice she didn't recognize reminded her not to get on his bad side.

He was only mortal, however, and words could so often cut like knives. Her anger faltered, just for a second, briefly replaced with something like sympathy before Astrid turned her vengeful gaze on her, instead. Bragi's eyes narrowed instantly, her chin flicking up in defiance. She'd been hurt by words before, but she wasn't going to let a child who knew nothing of the world talk down to her.

The unfamiliar anger that had chased her down the mountain roared it's challenge before the rational part of her brain could even think to stop it and she spit, Find her, then, since you're so eager to rush to your death. We won't go looking for you.

And then it was over, the problem children dispersed, leaving only a pained silence and a quietly whispered I'm sorry.

That brought her back a bit, left blinking in the aftermath as the flames died down. She withered with guilt, casting a sheepish glance toward Cupid. Her paws twitched, and after a moment's hesitation she padded over to him, seeking to press her shoulder ever so gently against his own.

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