Velocity nodded and turned to curl further around Quintessa, a thin noise that had nothing to do with pain building in the back of her throat. "Safe," she repeated shakily. "Good, that's- that's good. And-" She suddenly lifted her head, looking around. "And Ratchet, is he...? He's safe? He's okay?"
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Date: 2023-10-14 12:43 am (UTC)