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“Raven...” her name became muted on the tip of Lucius’ tongue. She knew more than anyone the kind of pain he went through, but hers had lasted much longer. Seeing her ghostly form at the side of his bed was cause for concern. He pressed the covers over to let her into his bed, wishing he could warm up her freezing frame, but knowing it would help very little. He considered having Beelzebub help out. “Is it the nightmares again?” he asked, concerned. He didn’t want to press if it was. Most of the time he didn’t want to talk about what his brain fed him while he slept. He assumed the same of others. He tucked the heavy down comforter up under her chin to let her sleep, then curled up beside her, silently thankful for the company.
