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He set bottles on the wooden table, clinks of glass and various colours blooming from the light, ingredients potent and waiting. His student had been progressing well, and after learning the truth of her predicament, Oberyn felt her skills had finally evolved enough in order to practice a higher level of alchemy. He had learned much from his time in Essos so long ago, dark arts chemical and addictive; he'd learned many things, but he refused to pass them onto her if he could help it.
The truth was, he was concerned for her; if this man who chased her ever found her, she would die. He'd lost far too much; everyone that he'd ever loved had withered away or perished violently. Kajsa was something special; she had become like a daughter to him and the thought of losing her evoked a pang within him, a bitter feeling of loss he had not felt since the death of his sister. He needed to teach her how to defend herself should the need arise; she couldn't be discovered before they found the key to severing her from her fate.
"Please sit, estrellita."
