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In any case, as I watched her bow next to Athena, the delicate worry all over, I understood that I had no other decision.
Athena's life was barely holding on, and on the off chance that there was any opportunity that Sienna's powers could save her, I needed to take it. "Do it," I said, my voice rough with feeling. "Please, Sienna, save her." Sienna gestured, her hands drifting over Athena's injury as she recited in a language I didn't perceive. The brilliant light strengthened, and I watched, hypnotized, as the profound cuts sewed themselves back together. Athena's breathing, which had been shallow and worked, steadied, and a portion of the variety got back to her cheeks.
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