Her head tilted briefly, gaze narrowing. Well, somebody was raining on her Whitelighter parade! But she wasn’t her first reluctant charge, and she wouldn’t be the last. Delicate facial features softened, gaining an understanding air. ❝ You’re right, they’re more than just battle wounds. They can be reminders of pain, too. Real pain. ❞ Paige’s light tone suggested she knew more about trauma firsthand than Aubrey’s prior words before boldly suggested. Memories, cherished and burdensome, flipped through her mind. Her parents, Chris, Kyle, the faces of innocents lost, even Prue ––––– the older sister she was never able to meet but placed on a pedestal. It was high time Paige leveled with the girl.
In a swirl of brilliant, spherical lights, Paige materialized directly in front of Aubrey. Hazel eyes shone stubbornly in counterpart to sullen brown. ❝ Look, you don’t know me, ❞ she said. Paige’s offer of support through patience and compassion didn’t lose steam, only shifted. ❝ But it’s not about me, is it? I’m your Whitelighter. I want to help you. ❞
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