“How...?”
“Same way you do, I expect,” Flavia said. She shrugged. “I just...know how.” Her smile widened. “It’s always wonderful to find someone else who’s like us.”
“Us? Then Master Angelus –” Dael remembered himself and scrambled to catch up to Flavia.
“Don’t ask,” she said. “But yes. We aren’t so different, you and I.”
“I suppose you’re never cold in winter,” Dael said.
“And you are never ill.”
Dael nodded. “It’s true. But...why do you need me to protect you, if you can do that?”
“Because we’re not omnipotent, no matter our gifts. After all, look at you.”
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