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As she landed beside the boy, she put a hand on his shoulder. "Spi!" she repeated, and her hands grew warm as her fingertips began to glow. The red liquid- blood, was it blood? - burned away, and he shifted uncomfortably as small cracks echoed from his body. Eventually, she was ripped away from him by the first man and he cuddled her to his chest. "Miniel, don't," he growled. She looked up at him and tilted her head to the side. He waited a moment as if to see her reaction. "Daddy!" she wrapped her hands around his neck the best she could, cuddling her head into his neck. He moved away from the wounded man but didn't interrupt her cuddle. "Don't even think about it, Father." another boy said. He looked familiar. "Sam!" she giggled happily, holding out her hands toward him over her father's shoulder. "Ignore him, Mini." her father repeated.