[Zinda comes just in time to see Jonathan collapse in a heap of hysterical sobs.
She looks over her shoulder once, then twice, making sure there aren’t any tiny eyes to see such a sight. Then, with what can only be described as a mournful wail, she falls to her knees beside him.
Lady Blackhawk lets her mask slip. She lets her grief spill out.]
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She looks over her shoulder once, then twice, making sure there aren’t any tiny eyes to see such a sight. Then, with what can only be described as a mournful wail, she falls to her knees beside him.
Lady Blackhawk lets her mask slip. She lets her grief spill out.]