Hah! [ She rubs at her eye with her sleeve. It cheers her, though also worries her—- while she is sure this young woman with a bloody knife just chilling in her dressing room is totally capable of kicking ass— the chance of the two of them, against an entire team of Henry’s men? It’s hopeless, but she grins, even as Santana coughs.]
I suppose that partying was not the cure for our fevers.
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I suppose that partying was not the cure for our fevers.