( moiraine's voice is familiar, unlike this cloying facsimile of the voice emilia longs to hear. it creates enough of a pause in her that she does slow her steps, half-turning to her fellow companion. for a split second, she does not look like the confident and driven witch that moiraine met.
she looks confused, filled with a devastation that makes her feel small. )
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she looks confused, filled with a devastation that makes her feel small. )
But she needs me. I must not fail her again.