[Those of you who know her well may recognise the view. It's the home of the elderly blind man who lives below her flat, the one who employs her and from time to time. The rooms are in shambles. Broken glass litters the floor, and the wall behind him is torn open. Claw marks line the interior, flaps of printed wallpaper fluttering in the wreckage
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It wasn't him. You spared him.
We'll find each other when this is-
[someone bumps into him and the forge fizzles off]
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I should have known.
How many times? Perhaps not even this many.
Her voice is full of undisguised panic:]
Remus?
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Come to the Clinic… Io… please… it's safer… we can help each other
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I don't---
[A growl and a gasp and a slice and a thud. A fear ragged whisper of stunned gratitude just off-Forge.]
I don't need any help.
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It's not safe anywhere.
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I'm here if you need… I'm here.
[and with an effort turns off the forge, as he turns to go back to his duties.]
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