The priestess roars with laughter. "And where was your fear before, ? It's too late for that — you and I are b

The priestess roars with laughter. "And where was your fear before, ? It's too late for that — you and I are bound with something far stronger than blood or vows. You are mine, — and I, who asked Lamashtu for you, am yours." Tsanna's eyes grow glassy as the last of her speech drops almost to a monotone.