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[ It's a little strange how easily Ephemera steps forward. Not so long ago he would have balked at this, at letting anyone come this close with a knife in hand, at the thought of anyone touching him without violence. So much has changed, a twist that Ephemera still doesn't fully understand. He started out in this place as one way, as one person, and now he is someone else. Not a stranger, or at least not entirely, but someone new. The change came upon him slowly, and not always with grace. But here he stands. ]

Speed.

[ His voice is low, rough. It always has been. He meets Godric's eyes, and does not hesitate. He missed this, Ephemera realizes. Being able to trust other people. ]