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Alicent Hightower

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[lambencies]

You can defend yourself, can you not?

[rehandle]

Yes. But I was able to kill him because he gave up. I imagine if he wants me dead he could do it.

[lambencies]

[ oh gods. ]

Please be careful.

[rehandle]

I'll do what I can.

You'll hear from me.

[ One way or another. Sooner or later. He'll only leave her in the dark if he has no other choice. ]

[lambencies]

[ she hates this a lot. ]

[rehandle]

[ It's maybe an hour, an hour and a half later: ]

I'm fine. [ In one extremely limited sense of the word: alive, at least. ] Thank you for your concern. I'm sorry for being an asshole about it.

[lambencies]

[ she's so relieved she has to sit down. ]

It's no matter.

Tell me what happened.

[rehandle]

I let him loose, he healed our wounds, I left him.

[ There is so much unsaid in that brief description that it's almost laughable. But it'll do. He's too raw from it to be more honest, and she only need to know he's well. ]

[lambencies]

[ she didn't expect much, so this is enough. if John healed him, it couldn't have been a complete disaster. ]

He knew you were not to blame.

[rehandle]

Yes.

[ That wasn't really what had spared him. But what John did or did not know or feel in those moments isn't his to share. ]

You can stop worrying now. [ About Stephen, at least. ] You'll reach out if you need me?

[lambencies]

[ unfortunately the worrying never stops. ]

I will. Thank you, Stephen.