Dru steadied Cryton, finding her barely taller than herself. “Dangerous, if you don’t follow the rules.”
“But, look at me!”
Still tearful, Dru unclasped her cloak. “I know, but I kept your ashes pure like Great Grandaunt—”
Dru saw her bloodied hands placing the cloak on the shivering girl.
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