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Skylight gritted her teeth and nodded, her gaze never leaving Celosia's hand. As the flames raced up her arm and scorched her flesh, she tried to muffle to her shrieks of pain, but a few escaped from her tightened lips and clenched teeth. Her free hand gripped her mother's hand in a death lock, her nails digging so hard into Silverskies's skin that small streams of silver-laced golden ichor flowed down the goddess's hand.

Silverskies watched on with a pained expression, as if she were the one being burned. She tightned her grip on Skylight's hand and leaned forward, murmuring in her ear, "Forti animo esto, angelus, esse fortem." It was Latin, and as she spoke the words she released a huge wave of her soft, warm soothing magic through her daughter.

Skylight's face relaxed the slightest bit, but her face was still so pale, more and more like Silverskies's ghostly, translucent skin. But her muffled cries of pain became far less frequent and the tension in her shoulders loosened slighty.