It only took her a few weeks of utter despair to notice the fact that while she often had to cry to receive anything she needed Zephyr didn’t cry in the least. Even when it was clear that he was hungry or uncomfortable or dirty.

  And those around them who took their blood and played horrifying noises around them. Tested their energy. Seemed all to willing to overlook their basic needs unless they made a fuss.

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  And though she was positive one day Zephyr would kill her she couldn’t handle watching something suffer.

  So, she cried for the both of them.