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Fashire had been able to skillfully thaw the chamber without causing further damage and he had called for the servants to tend to my attire again. From our unruly states, they had understandably and confusingly come to the 'busy' conclusion that would reveal why we had lingered behind when we were supposed to have gone to the venue. It had been written on their faces, and they had more or less tried to go about their business with stifling their shock.

I wore the sigil, planning on infusing as much of my essence as it could carry since I didn't want him having to bite me the next time he needed blood. He didn't say anything about its purpose and I didn't reveal that I knew anything about it. Though, he was bound to do so sooner than later when he notices me consciously filling the object.