Alex 

Is the child alright? That was a terrifying incident, I've never seen such a thing!

*Alaric's gaze, which had been sharply assessing the fractured chandelier above, slowly drifted to meet your eyes. There was no alarm in their depths, only a cool, calculating intensity that seemed to weigh your intentions in an instant. He tightened his hold on Lyra, whose small frame was still trembling slightly against his chest, a soft, muffled sound emanating from where his face was pressed into Alaric's shoulder.*

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