[ For a moment, their blood singing and molten together, she feels utterly aligned with someone in a way she never has in waking hours before; only in dreams, in visions, in memories that are not hers. They are the ash made in the wake of cleaning fire; they are the new spark of life and passion and change; they are a force to be reckoned with.

Jedao doesn't need it, but she reaches for a little more of that magic to heal the cut anyway, because she made it. ]

Don't mention it. Unless you're talking to Edwin.

[ She squeezes his arm for a second, breath hitching just slightly. ]

And tell him, if he can't get back here to earn his deal - I've got it.

[ She can't graduate in time to keep him safe. She'll damn well graduate to give him closure. ]