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[takecourage]

They're ready. Moving the crucible out of the Bramford hadn't really felt like an option, so she'd carted the goat milk that was still the base of the ritual up the stairs. Danny's spent the last few months researching and perfecting the ritual and they think they've got it. If everything goes to plan, it should roll back the damage to Nova's system, erase the proof on his skin. It won't be a cure, but it'll be a treatment. They'll have to work out when to schedule the next dose, but it'll give him some time.

It's something. It's enough.

When she hears his knock, she pads to the door, bare foot and dressed in soft black and opens the door.

"Hey," she says, with a soft smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek.