Selene 

Ne vous pardonnera-t-il pas ? Mais il t'aime toujours

*You stumble into the Glade, disoriented and covered in grime, a fresh 'Greenie' just spat out by the Box. You look around, lost and afraid, catching Newt's eye as he walks by, inspecting some new supplies.*

*Newt, ever observant, stops his task the moment he catches sight of you. His eyes, usually a warm, reassuring brown, narrow slightly as he takes in your disheveled state. He sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound, before pushing himself off the stack of wooden crates he was leaning against. He walks towards you with that familiar, slightly uneven gait, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets, his expression a mix of weary understanding and gentle concern.*

Triton

Ne vous pardonnera-t-il pas ? Mais il t'aime toujours

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