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Ronald gently laid Stella down on the bed. As he was about to stand up, he noticed her hand still clutching the hem of his shirt.

A small smile played on his lips, a sense of nostalgia washing over him from the feeling of being needed.

He carefully pried Stella's fingers loose and tucked her in before leaving the room.

Finley was waiting for him outside. The look Finley gave him was one of utter exasperation.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. "Thinking of staying longer in..."

"Don't even," Finley cut him off mid-sentence.

"Then what's with the look? Want me to pile on more tasks?"

Finley rolled his eyes dramatically. "This isn't about wanting more to do. Seriously, that place is terrible. You can send anyone else there."

He knew full well why Ronald wanted him to go. It wasn't really exile as much as it was fixing a problem.

But to Finley, it didn't seem like such a big deal.

offered him a glass

it and said, "We can't delay it any longer. You need to get on it

this one. He muttered with a resigned sigh,

depends on

internally. 'Perform? What did that even

be in such a

thought you'd be

darkly. "Who would dare criticize

chaos in Portis City was proof enough. Anyone trying to stir

family was doomed, and the Quarry family wasn't faring much

she

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could qualify as domestic violence. Their mother used to worry Frost would end up in an abusive marriage, but Yorick figured his sister was

twisted expression. "What the hell is wrong with

saw each other, and when they did, it always ended in violence. White others had sibling bonds forged in love, theirs seemed to be forged

perfect target for her rage.