[ shylock takes slow, deep breaths, letting emily's magic(?) course through him like soothing waves. it's a different kind of magic, much too gentle compared to someone of figaro's caliber for example, and he doesn't dislike it at all.
once he feels like his usual self again, he smiles at her. not a weak one, but a tired one. it's been a Day. ]
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once he feels like his usual self again, he smiles at her. not a weak one, but a tired one. it's been a Day. ]
I can never thank you enough, Emily...
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Except... You wanted an explanation, do you?