Death is the price of freedom, and freedom is the gift of those who lay down their lives for others.
~Brandon Sanderson, Warbreaker
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The woman said nothing more and helped her tilt the cup as she could barely hold on for more than a second.
Her teeth clattered against the rim but she drank and the liquid trickled past her throat, burning and saving all at once as a wave of dynamism crashed upon her soul.
It tasted like mint and herbs but she was too ineffectual to discover what it was made of until she drank it till the last drop. Ravenna felt strangely anew but the lingering ache and dizziness remained.
A small sigh escaped her lips, the very first sound she had made in ages since being confined as a prisoner in that dungeon.
