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Ceren Lavellan lay on his bed in his quarters. The caramel-skinned elf groaned as his hand pulsed. Since he'd come to the Exalted Council it had been getting steadily worse, and he'd kept it quiet until it had started to pulse and he lost control in a meeting with his advisors. Ceren grimaced, as the pain started up again. It went all the way up his arm then burst out. Ceren cried out. No. Please stop. Don't let me die, not now. It flared up again. Ceren's cries echoed through the hallway. Dorian headed for his door, as soon as he heard the cries and knocked. When Ceren didn't get up, Dorian let himself in. It was a habit hard to break. The