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                              “Tsk, Kylie.” Cordelia scolds, batting the girl’s hands away from her sides, though her voice lacks any real venom. A moment passes before she sighs and brings a soft hand to the girl’s face. “I’m sorry... I’m just... This is important to me...” She says softly, stroking the curve of the younger woman’s cheek. “I have to get this just right, or it won’t work.” She take the girl’s hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’ll be back in bed in a moment...” Something she’s been saying for the last TWO HOURS. When it came to spell work time was always lost to her. “I promise.”

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                    It’s been a day or two since she found the other woman, helped to heal her as much as she could, helped restore her, but somethings would still need working on, so of course Cordelia had taken on the job of teacher. “And the next one.” The word are stated simply, not laced with her usual soft caring when it came to Kylie, no she says it like she would to any of the other girls. Because that is what Kylie is, just another one of her girls, just another charge for Cordelia to be responsible for.                      “The next card.” They’re not as simple as the ones Zoe was showing her, no they were more complex, more symbols and longer words. Because Kylie knew the words ‘dog’, ‘cat’, ‘blue.’ These cards were actual words, moods, names. When she doesn't hear the cards shift she turns to look at the younger woman, her compassion seems to flood into her frame, she softens. “I know they’re harder than what you’re used to. But I know you know these things. I know you can read it, and I know you want to...” She takes the cards carefully, flipping to the next words neatly scrawled across it, she points carefully. “Sound it out with me.” 

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Delia had been silent, making sure she was attentive to every emotion, every thought Kylie expressed through tears and body language. At the question, tiers tugged into a small frown, and a hand was gently extended to rest atop the girl’s arm. ‘ You’ve held it in for too long, Kylie. Let out whatever you need to... I’m here to listen. ‘