[Her stomach turns at that; not because of the dead dogs, heavens no. Those lost their shock factor a long time ago. No, her stomach turns for Henry's sake. He should never have to see the things he's seen thanks to Wonderland.]
I still have my magic. If there's nowhere we can go, we can make somewhere to hide.
[She takes his hand so they have a point of contact, not wanting to lose him in the bleakly lit corridors.]
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I still have my magic. If there's nowhere we can go, we can make somewhere to hide.
[She takes his hand so they have a point of contact, not wanting to lose him in the bleakly lit corridors.]