Fable - Ask The Boogeyman

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Travelling?...Where? Why?.. All questions that Sloan wanted to know but wouldn't ask, it wasn't her business, she simply had to do what was asked of her. She could feel Zana's aching fear and her fingers curled into fists that clenched and released. Sloan wouldn't reach out for her, not like she wanted to, she simply ushered her toward the door with a gentle hand on her back.

She did stare at Brackard for a moment longer than was necessary to dip her chin. He'd been trying to avoid her gaze and her mind since she'd set foot in the room, but she'd make sure that this time he saw her. There was a tiredness to her expression, but mostly it was a desperate, mute plea that whatever he was planning, was void of his usual cruelty.

Finally, she drew her eyes from him and escorted Zana out. The moment the large oak door was closed behind them she lifted the girl and held her close. She was no small child that had to be carried but Sloan didn't care. She couldn't ever tell Zana that she was sorry, and so she'd say so by hugging her close and offering her quiet reassurance that she was alright. But regardless of how badly she slept, she'd be waiting for Brackard early in the morning, ready for travel with Zana by her side.
 
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