Emissary
Amy pulled Emily by the hand into the kitchen, and although they were both relieved to get away from the tension in the dining room, they showed it in vastly different ways. Emily stood trembling quietly by the door taking slow deep breaths, imagining horrible scenarios of being dragged away in chains for reprogramming or execution as Amy bustled around the kitchen preparing a tray with baked sweets and drinks. "What kind of refreshments do Fay like?" Amy asked no one in particular from inside the refrigerator as she dug cold cuts of rare meat out for Mr Drake. When she didn't get an answer, she turned back to Emily and concern washed over her, replacing her usual bubbly if frantic demeanor. Without a word, Amy shut the fridge, crossed the room and wrapped her best friend in a bear hug, p
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