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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

"You have nothing to apologize for, Helena," Erin murmurs softly. "But don't worry, I've got plenty stored up. I've been slacking on the news myself since I've been so busy making Christmas presents."

[decrypter]

"Good. Once you're rested enough, you'll have to tell me everything that I've gone and missed by being elsewhere."

The second Erin wants to let go, Helena will - but truth be told, she's not going to be the one to do so first. Blame it on being a tactile person.

[crushed_pearls]

Yeah, Erin's not letting go any time soon either.

"Done deal, youngblood. Can't wait to tell ya how the maze went too."

[decrypter]

"Yes. You'll have to tell me who won, who lost...I'll tell you about the horses, and the people I've gotten more acquainted with."

"...your coffee's going to go cold, though."

[crushed_pearls]

"It'll go cold regardless, it's for later." Erin gives Helena a soft squeeze and lets go, though, stepping back out of her personal space. "...Enjoy Christmas, Helena."