"I'm fine," he insists, bristling slightly. And it's true, physically.
He frowns, not following what she was talking about right away. "No, I didn't mean... Not when I... I meant my..." He pauses, trying to remember what his sire had called it. "My chantry."
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:02 am (UTC)He frowns, not following what she was talking about right away. "No, I didn't mean... Not when I... I meant my..." He pauses, trying to remember what his sire had called it. "My chantry."