[It's not hard to fake the symptoms. She saw it all too well with her father, feels them on a bad day, when the magic isn't enough to keep her going. Taking Jackson's arm, she grips it tightly, like it's the only thing she's using to keep her balance. She lets her legs wobble, casting off the determined facade she puts so much energy into and allows herself to be vulnerable.]
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Let's find a seat.