[ Flynn follows, of course. He's trailing blood and glitter and honey, smearing it in a red wake along after him as it dries. Yuri's hand is too tight on his. Flynn squeezes tighter still, trying to pick something to feel from the swirling morass. He has to get clean. He has to make sure Yuri's alright. He has to figure out why the Staywell looks the way it does.
The blood is drying fast. They hit the whitewashed stairs and Flynn finally says, soft, ]
What happened to the Staywell?
[ And to you, he doesn't say yet, because they aren't behind closed doors and Yuri won't want to tell him. ]
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The blood is drying fast. They hit the whitewashed stairs and Flynn finally says, soft, ]
What happened to the Staywell?
[ And to you, he doesn't say yet, because they aren't behind closed doors and Yuri won't want to tell him. ]