[ It is harder to do this over lockets than he likes, and father would be so cross with him for expending strength this way, but he cannot stand by and watch her hurt herself - he croons to her, lacing power through his voice in a lilting sing-song now her attention is caught, calm singing through his words and underneath, a lullaby almost too soft for hearing, one heard as much with soul as ears ]
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Alice, Alice, they are not here.