"But we're not all that important," protests Lorna. Something in the woman's eyes makes her unwilling to tug too hard or otherwise make a break for it. "Not by ourselves, anyway. Just because of who we're related to...."
The blood drains out of her face. "Baruk adonai," she whispers.
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Date: 2007-08-13 08:30 pm (UTC)The blood drains out of her face. "Baruk adonai," she whispers.