[It's a cold drop in the gut. A twisting, sharp feeling of helplessness and loss. Cora knows it, and she doesn't need some kind of link with Sirius to experience it right now. The month after she'd woken up here, Erica had gone home - only Cora had seen Erica killed right in front of her. Erica didn't have anything to go back to.
Something softer filters into her expression, understanding and sympathy. But she doesn't flinch away from Sirius' gaze, and she doesn't offer up any words, any I'm sorry.]
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Something softer filters into her expression, understanding and sympathy. But she doesn't flinch away from Sirius' gaze, and she doesn't offer up any words, any I'm sorry.]
Come to the gym with me.