(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Nemelle touched her index finger to her lips, making a faint hushing noise.
"She would draw the stranger close, laying her hand upon his chest and
kissing the pale, leathery skin of his cheek. Life would flow into him,
invigorating him... this, then, was to be his reward."
As I waited, there was indeed a light tingling sensation upon my cheek and
chest. The feeling spread across the whole of my body, and I began to feel
stronger, more animated.
"My thanks, Nemelle. Let's go."
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Aelwyn clasped her hands together and bowed her head to me in thanks,
tears of joy falling from her golden eyes. Just as my own eyes began to
water, she wiped away her tears and smiled -- causing a wave of intense
pleasure to wash over my entire body. The two women embraced, speaking
excitedly in delighted, relieved chimes. "Aelwyn thanked the stranger! She
had been reunited with her dearest friend, Nemelle!"
"It was my pleasure."
Nemelle performed the same gestured and looked up, smiling. Another
burst of pleasure radiated through me-- the effect was almost dizzying.
"Nemelle thanked the stranger once more; she only hoped he knew how
happy she felt to be reunited with Aelwyn."
"I... think I do. Farewell, Nemelle."
They talked for just a moment, and as I was about to leave Aelwyn's fingers
brushed my arm. I paused, looking back at her, and the warmth evoked by
her smile faded away into pleasant memories. "I, Aelwyn, would tell you
something now, stranger."
"Yes? Go on..."
She took a breath, little more than a sigh, but the air around us rippled with
languor and distant regrets, "The name I, Aelwyn, chose for you -- 'stranger'
-- is not so fitting. You and I, Aelwyn, have met before... in the Festhall. In a
place you could not have been were you not a Sensate, yourself. Whether
you recall or no, unless you betrayed the Society of Sensation at some point,
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