Hessite smiled gratefully and touched Natron's hand with her own, just a feather-light touch with her fingers.

The pain was already fading and she felt strong and resolute and she was certain her sacrifice would pay off.

Then she saw him as who he was; a young man willing to fight for what he believed in. She could only hope to live up to his example and she silently vowed to protect him and all the others who were doing their best.

"Thank you, General."

Noir Songbird
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