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Sandre! Sandre wants cuddles. (He usually does.)

Sandre is also keeping half a metaphorical eye on Corona's room through the wall that separates them. But it looks like Corona and Harley are just cuddling, so after a while, he stops checking on them so frequently.

This is a mistake.
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Aelise wears shoes that make a very distinctive, echoing sound on the tiled stone floors, and she doesn't visit Chelsa's friends very often. The sound of her walking down the hall in a hurry is both unmistakable and unexpected.

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Chelsa obligingly cuddles Sandre until she hears Aelise's footsteps, and then she gets up and peers out into the hall. "Aelise?" she asks, puzzled.

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"Our new guest has an interesting talent," she says. "I'd like to ask him about it."

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Chelsa blinks, confused, but opens the door to Corona's room.

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Corona is snuggling Harley, who is weeping inconsolably.

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Aelise gives them both a thoughtful look.

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"What's going on?" Chelsa asks again.

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"All things considered," says Aelise, "I think you'll be happier if you leave them to me for now."

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"...All right," shrugs Chelsa, and she goes back to her Sandre-cuddles. He's so cuddleable.

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It's not actually all that unusual to hear Corona screaming from his room, but in context it might be a little worrying.
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A little, but Chelsa trusts Aelise to have the situation under control!

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Sandre is curious. He glances at the wall between his and Corona's rooms, and focuses past it.

...And is confused.

There's Aelise and Corona and Harley; Harley is the one who's screaming. Aelise is using her Gift on him. Sandre can't see her Gift, not properly, but he can see its effects - the way people wither or bloom from the cellular level on up. Harley is withering.

Then he stops withering. Stops living.

Something unfamiliar happens - like fire without the heat, except not really like fire at all - and Harley's back, unwithered, good as new.

Sandre is even more confused.
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"What's wrong, dear?"

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"Um - nothing," he says, bewildered. "I guess."

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All right then. Snuzzle. Nice and warm.

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Snuzzle! Confused snuzzle.

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After about an hour and a lot more screaming, Aelise leaves.

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Chelsa decides to let whatever just happened filter to her at some more convenient time. Aelise has good judgment about these things.

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Tima, on the other hand, drops by Corona's room and knocks curiously.

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Corona answers the door and smiles tiredly when he sees who it is.

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"Hi!" Hug. "Welcome home. What's going on?"

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"I'm not really sure," Corona says wryly. "Um - that's Harley," with a gesture to the very Corona-like figure curled up in his bed. "He fell out of thin air a while ago. He's almost exactly like me, except his Gift is different."

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"That's peculiar," says Tima, sidling in and sitting down. "What does he do?"

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"He's immortal. And not the same way as Luhan - Aelise was just in here draining him, she must've done it like thirty times, and he just bounces right back."

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