She looks at each of us with trepidation in her eyes, like she’s waiting for a witch hunt or something. By the end of the day, this woman is going to know that if a witch hunt ever came, we’d all be shoulder to shoulder with her, ready to bring this whole fucking place to its knees. I’m not stupid, I’m aware she’s spent a long time taking care of herself, but not on my watch. Not now. My little bird isn’t facing the world alone anymore, nor is she withering away in a cage.
Eldon and his little bird nickname🥰 these men would die for her
