[ Lambert waves a hand lazily, insouciant, like it isn't a big deal. In contrast, on his chest, Celandine sits up. Her fur is matted and patchy in places, showing off the effect of the poison that no potion they know is going to cure easily, but it puffs up the best it can as she bristles in outrage. ]
It doesn't matter what you know, or if things had turned out differently.
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It doesn't matter what you know, or if things had turned out differently.
What are you going to do about it?