Trigger warning; dark and heavy subjects
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Arioch leaned over the kettle. In the bathtub, he finally got Marv to calm down. He had licked her wounds just enough to stop the bleeding, but not enough to work them up into a frenzy. He had never witnessed Marv in such a vulnerable state before; while he had seen her break down and scream at him, he had never seen her so fragile that she might shatter. When he saw her shaking next to that fake palm tree. He didn't know what to do, or how to handle it, and he wanted to hold her so badly, but he was afraid she would break.
