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Shane finally heard the captain over the radio and he let a sigh of relief. He hit his mike again, "I read you sir. I will find what I can it looks like the armory was completely decimated, so if their are other weapons around other then what I was able to grab before the crash I am betting they are scattered all around out here since almost nothing can destroy any of the recently developed guns. I just hope no one other then us finds them because they could be Very dangerous and if someone does not know how to use some of these things they might even kill themselves. If anyone up there need some weapons they can go ahead and grab some but don't let anyone near the lethal stuff unless they know how to use them. Anyways I will continue searching out here. Also cap please tell me that my orders are not to shoot any of the females on sight unless they attack. I do not like to just kill for no reason...." He said over the mike as he put the gun away and pulled out his taser and knife starting to search around again as he waited to see what else the cap had to add. He kept scanning the area for anything that could be of use or a danger, he was just really waiting for something to happen but he hoped it would be nothing bad.
 
Altair felt like he could have rested thre all day. His body agreed with him and just after that beautiful priestess did such wondeful work on him. It felt like she had left a piece of herself embbed in his body. Her magic that was so warm and inviting he hated that he had to give up such a feeling to heal his comrade but he would have done it again if he had to. These feelings could never be acted on right? Wasn't it suppoe to be wrong? With a huff he rolledover onto his stomach and slowly got up. He shook his head trying and failing to get the priestess out of his head. He needed to be focused right now his team was in danger he wasn't sure how many of them were still alive. A few men were groaning in dull pain but were getting up and helping others. He assigned a small group to go in and savaged supplies while they recovered.

Altair being in some of the best condition than everyone else would have to watch the perimeter. They couldn't afford an attack while they were down like this. Altair touched the side of his helmet trying to get the Doc on radio. "Lance this is the captain come in." A pause and no response. "Lance if your still alive check in." He tried to be optimistic and just hoped that Lance was still alive. He received another radio from Shane. "Unless you see them armed and rushing in to attack no lethal shots. Even then I don't want to kill anyone ust yet. Apparently not all of them are hostile. I'm going out to patrol the border keep an eye on things while I'm gone Michael is still resting." A thought occured to Altair if the radio was still working, even if it was limited to his crew, the rest of his suit must be. He pulled down the glass visor and the holographic screen came up. Red words flashed briefly mostly the rebooting tests. The helmet was mostly functional. It was enough to increase his chances by a lot more.

The visor was ready and everything that Altair saw was scanned. If his eyes landed on a tree the tree was scanned and the helmet gave a full report. He wondered if the suit's AI system was still up. He spoke softly. "Computer?" He was quick answered by a robotic feminine voice. "Yes captain?" He let out a sigh of relief. He felt much better about patrolling the border now and with a quick roll of his shoulders he stepped a few feet into the jungle. He walked along the border keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.
 
Gabby was quite surprised that she had not been questioned on the concoction that she was placing on the skin of his shoulder. No matter the fact that she had just made it before his very eyes, with her own hands. It wasn't as though it was orally ingested. The sound of the beep had her heart stutter for a second. Mainly out of surprise and curiosity as to where this noise was coming from. The insult went far from noticed, but it was not in the nature of a priestess to outright lash out at the neanderthal or a male. " Are you all this emotionless and inconsiderate of others?" Thinking he knew full well what he had said to her. "Primitive?" Her tone spoke of slight irritation. Her eyes rolled as he seemed to circle her like a bird eying prey and summing it up.

When a finger was pressed to her lips she took a step back and swatted his hand away. "What do you think I am? An animal?" He was so odd and somewhat annoying. She was still trying to get over the fact that he had dubbed her primitive. "If you are here to observe animals then you do not need me." She turned on foot and began walking off. Making sure to pick up her bow and her bag and hanging it upon her shoulders. She felt slightly angered. Was this not the basis between the two sexes that had them fuming into a war so long ago? To be seen as inferior in one anothers eyes and do little about it but fight and gawk at one another.

The other women could have at him. He was alive, and that was all she was concerned about. Gabby had not time to look over the male as though her were the curious and adolescent cub he acted like. "I would wish you luck, but I would not want to get your hopes up." If there were more of them, as he said, she had no desire to run into them. Especially if they were similar to the one she had found. No way on Eve was she going to stand around and be gawked at for observation.
 
Shane nodded to himself. "Very good captain. I will not shoot to kill, only to wound if forced." He said as he continued to search out threw the crash sight looking for anything that could be useful. He was having almost no luck as he went threw all the crash sight, so fare he had not been having that much luck with finding new weapons however he did find some of the portable chargers for the plasma weapons. There were a couple times he had thought he saw something in the trees but since nothing made a move at him he thought they were ether just animals or what ever it was did not see him as a threat and he really did not care because is would make them underestimate him. He started to explore closer to the tree line away from the ship since he was not having much luck by the main crash sight.
 
Delaena was beginning to wonder if she'd ever find the crash site, then she smelled it. The scent of burning mechanics... Wrinkling her nose, the priestess pressed forward, pulling the hood up to cover her dark hair and part of her face. She pulled the wool tighter around her, covering up the white robe of the order that she served. She slowed, drawing nearer and nearer, her blood rushing in her ears. Maybe this was a mistake. Just because one man hadn't tried to attack didn't mean that the rest were like him. Her mouth dried, her tongue felt like sandpaper. She'd come too far to turn back, though.

Movement caught her attention and she ducked down behind a bush, peeking out from behind the leaves. It was him! Unbidden, a smile broke out on her face. Delaena quickly wiped it away, rubbing her cheeks with her fingertips, then emerged from the brush. She did so slowly, with her hands raised, so as not to cause alarm.

"It's me, Delaena. I came to see if I can help, particularly in the way of healing."
 
Donovan's head began to spin. A low rumbling groan escaping his lips, a groan that barely hinted at the full and constant throbbing pain that he felt all over his body. His eyes were weary, and with what little effort he could he tried to make them open. As he tried he grew worried as the sight of red washed over his vision. Blood. The only explanation could be blood. If it was his own or a different person's was up in the air at this particular moment in time. He groaned once again, fully incapable of moving much, if not all of his limbs. Though he only partially tried. There was a long period of time that Donovan couldn't account for, but the only thing that he remembered were the sounds of...Well the sounds of a ship being hit by something, and then the sounds of falling.

Donovan ceased his thinking. It was hurting him, both mentally and physically and the only outcry he could make was with another painful groan. The thought had occurred to him to just remain there and pass out, however the knowledge that he would certainly die if he remained here was the only thing that kept his adrenaline pumping. He tried to open his eyes again, forcing his own will to keep them as open as he possibly could bear. He finally felt his limbs for the first time since he had awoken and he felt the ever constant pain and anguish from his right as he tried to use it. Fantastic, his right arm was broken. Not only was it his writing hand, but his main shooting hand as well. If anything came to attack him, surly he would be S.O.L for certain. He tried to move his legs, both of which responded but with more pain than he thought could be possible. He had some control over his legs and his left arm, that was good.

With whatever strength he could muster he began to crawl, slowly and carefully through the wreckage. If anything he wanted to get away from the blaring noises and the falling debris. He crawled, slinking his way through various pieces of destroyed and slagged ship. He tried his damnedest to speak, though the words didn't want to come out so he decided to save all of his power to keep breathing. It took him forever to move to some sort of clearing, the blood beginning to pool around his face, it was more than obvious now that it was his own blood that had become a hindrance to him. He coughed a little, trying to naturally dull the pain. "Help! Anyone...Hel...!" He said finally collapsing upon the now stained grass, his eyes closing tightly and his breath beginning to slow.
 
Shane turned around and pulled his taser up into a firing position because she had surprise him, he had already taken aim then he lowered the gun slightly, his finger was off the trigger. "Delaena?" He asked keeping an eye on her, lowing the weapon to his side but not putting it up yet just in case she started off at him. "I think you have the wrong man. I am Shane." He said being present as his eyes continued to scan the area. He did not make any moves after that, that would make someone want to attack him, after all he did not want to prevoke anything. "As for healing I am sure that me and then captain would welcome it. We have a few wounded, though I must ask you to please keep your weapons if you have any put away. As long as you dont give me cause I will not attack you." He said to her as he watched her carefully. Then after he spoke to her he heard sounds of someone yelling for help and his eyes widened. "If you want to help then come on it sounds like one of the crew is in need of aid." He shouted putting his gun up and starting to run to where the cry for help came from.
 
She had to explore the woods a little bit longer and pick up a few more things. The male would be fine all his own and chances are, if he died, he probably deserved it. Or so she thought. As the priestess continued to roam and gather she ventured deeper into the forest. Some supplies were deeper into the land, near the border. She could smell the familiar scent of smoke and metal followed soon after by a voice. This one was actually calling for help, until the other. It was a male. There was no questioning it. The red haired female trapped her lower lip between her teeth. Why could she not just turn away and let things be? Because it was not in her nature. She was ever curious and if it was a person in need, she definitely could not turn her back. Male or Female. She heard no other noise afterwards, but knew the direction. Closer to the forest's edge. Her bow still on her back and the bag hung on her shoulder as her pace quickened as she made her way through the brush and the vines. A slithering serpent like creature crossed paths with her but it was easily avoided. She walked into a bit of a clearing and walked along the edge for a little while.

What her eyes landed upon had her walking into the nearest woods as opposed to walking the forest edge in the open. The hood of her robe was lifted, hiding her red locks and shading her face from the light. As she walked she spotted a body on the ground. There had to be others. He was going to die as he was. So much blood spilled. Undoubtedly his own. She remained hidden in the brush. Counting the seconds and listening for others.
 
Altair wandered the border the first time quickly and then the second time much slower. The first was to check for immediate danger and to scare off animals. This time was for materials and any stealthy threats tha decided to stay. "Computer turn on heightened vision mode." He slowly checked the border and realized he was defenseless. His suit was suppose to have some daggers hidden away in it. He pushed a few buttons on the wrist of the suit and a few hidden compartments opened up. There were a fewthrowing knives, some shurikens, and two lethal daggers. All of course created with the best and newest technology. He pulled out the two daggers but was still slightly disappointed he wanted his swords. They were his best weapons his most deadly weapons.

He pushed the side of his helmet to call up Shane again. "While your looking check the cockpit for my twin katanas please. They're nearly indestructable I'd hate to lose them." As soon as he was off the radio there was a rustling coming from the bushes. He jumped backwards creating some distance between him and whatever was coming out. He got his daggers ready to attack until he saw hands raised in surrender. He lowered them slightly but when he saw Dalaena emerge he put them down instantly. He rushed to her and almost hugged her but he shook that off quickly. "How did you find us? Nevermind that's not important we have some men injured. Follow me but stay behind me I don't want anyone attacking you." He reached for her hand and led her back towards the ship. He was quiet for a second before talking again. "I'm happy to see you again Dalaena."
 
Delaena almost laughed. "I listened to the earth, that's all." It never really occurred to her that such a thing might be a foreign concept. Certainly, not all the women had that certain talent, but almost all of them knew of it, at least. Shrugging it off, she followed. There were people to tend to. She kept behind the man, peering over his shoulder to see what she had to deal with. "I'm glad to see you, too," she said with a small smile.

She steeled herself. This was no time to be soft, there were wounded people to take care of. That was what she did, what she loved above all else. She took a deep breath and gave Altair's hand a gentle squeeze. She was nervous, but she trusted him. A voice in the back of her mind hoped she wasn't being led into a trap, but she was confident that that wasn't the case. Her free hand reached up and pulled back her hood so that her vision wasn't obscured at the sides. She needed to be sure that nothing was coming at her- just in case.
 
Shane continued to search the area for anything that would be useful but he was having any luck at all with it. Then he heard the screams for help and he wondered who the heck was in trouble he put his gun away and then began to run to the yells for help though not knowing much about healing since it was really not his thing. He ran threw all the pieces of the hull and made his way as fast as possible to where there was a still live body on the ground breathing. He cursed because of how bad it was. He skidded to a stop in front of the wounded man. Well fuck he would be in big trouble. he went to his knees by the downed man hating that he knew very little about healing. "I am here though I won't be able to do that much other then help stop the bleeding." He said as he pulled out some extra cloth to try and slow the bleeding as he called out. "We got a man down out here! Need a medic!" He yelled out, trying to get someones attention anyone that was around since he had not seen a medic around anywhere and since as far as he knew no one other then him and the cap had a working mike.
 
She couldn't stand there and watch him die. She was elated to see someone come to his aide, but what was he going to do? Her heart was racing and she did something completely idiotic. The cloaked figure stepped out of the brush and walked over to both males. He was unconscious. Both a good and a bad thing. He was safe to handle, but he could lash out at her if he awoke. And the other male, she knew nothing about. "I will help him." Was all she said. What was more important was stopping his bleeding. It was not a painless project, no matter the simplicity. It would burn a little, but there would be no sign of a scar, almost as though nothing had ever happened. The pain would still be there though. It was not in the nature of a woman to fear getting her hands dirty. The priestess knelt at his side and he had hit his head very well. The amount of blood was ridiculous. It was amazing he was even still breathing. The palm of her hand presed against his bloody tendrils. Pressing her palm against the wound and her thought was focused on sealing off the wound. It would take a minute or two and her hand was getting hotter and she sighed great relief when she pulled her palm away. More because of the searing heat from her own hand. There were no scars to either her flesh or his, but the blood was still there.

There was no telling if he had broken any bones. At least not while he was unconscious and no bones were protruding. She took his hand in her own and pressed two fingers to his wrist. His heart was still beating despite his shallow breathing. He was still bleeding from a few other places, but that was easily remedied with something far less complex. A small leather satchel with water was pulled from the side of of her waist wrap and she ripped a small portion of the bottom of her robe and dampened it and began clearing his face of the blood. "He will be fine. Weak, yes, but he will live none the less." It was getting hot beneath her robe and the hood was taken down and her fiery locks left to fall free.
 
Altair led her into the crash site and he felt like he had a duty to protect her. Even if that meant against his own people his own crew. "You listened to the earth?" That concept was confusing and new to him but he would just have to ask questions later. It was her last sentence that made him smile for a second. She was happy to see him too so he wasn't just imagining things before. It wasn't until he felt the squeeze on his hand that he was brought back to the serious situation at hand.

Reluctantly he let go of her hand so she could work. He didn't know if she needed both or not. He watched her silently his eyes roaming over her body occasionally. "So what do you need me to do?" He wanted to be the most help to her. It was the one time he would be reducing himself down to someone's errand boy. Although for Dalaena and fr the well bekng of his crew he didn't mind.
 
Shanes free hand went to his hip, where his taser was when he heard the sound. His other hand still on the man under him slowing the bleeding. His eyes widened as he watched the female come closer to them he did not understand why a female would dane to help them but he would not argue with his luck since he did not have the skills to properly help the downed man. He did not draw on her or anything as she approched he just kept a weary eye on her as he gave a nod. Watching for any tricks if she healed him then that would go a long way for her getting his trust. He pulled out the cloth as she came closer to them so she could see the wound. He watched silent as she started to work on the down man. It was truely amazing, he had never seen magic done before and if this was it since could barely compare with it though it could do the same thing. He let out a deep breath once the bleeding had stopped.

His eyes widened as he got his frist look at a real woman and he could not explain it but she just looked really good to him for some reason and it just made him wonder why they would force them to attack these people they seemed nicer then they were portrade. He blinked a cuple of times "Thank you for the help with my man I would not have been able to save him on my own..... who are you and why are you helping us.... We were tought that your people would soon attack us as to help." He said as he watched her trying to get a feeling of her.
 
Shumi had barely cleared the crash radius as she mentally prepared plans in her head. if the males and females were still alive, there war going to be a war, with her caught in the middle of it. she had to re-configure the Beagle's old cloaking device, see if she could make it work other wise she- Shumi flinched and crouched behind a rock as she saw a female standing over a badly wound man, but she wasn't finishing him off, she was HEALING him, but why? Shumi suddenly felt a pang of guilt. she though of the med pac in her back pack, she could be healing the injured men too. had she had been so focused on her own survival that she had lost her empathy for others?

She didn't make a sound ad she approached and calmly tapped the fiery red head on her shoulder, as she turned she only offered her a bright white plastic box with a red cross on it. "for the man..." the small girl said handing it to the woman, her pink bang hanging over her eyes as she without of a word walked back into the darkness calmly and slowly. sure to these people she was a witch, bt that didn't mere she had to be a BAD witch...

((posted too late again.... Shit ~.~:...))
 
Donovan felt more than he could actually comprehend. Darkened shapes falling into and out of his field of vision. He knew he was bobbing in and out of consciousness, however even given the level of care he had currently received he wasn't really surprised by it. His body was still in shock from the full amount of pain that he had experienced. Blood was still pooling in and around his features, he winced when someone tried to raise his right arm. However he couldn't speak or even think in this current moment. He felt something....Different against his body. Some sort of...Energy or something, and yet he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. "Thanks..." He said in almost a quiet whisper before he felt himself losing consciousness once again.
 
"Just take me to whomever needs me." She pulled off her cloak and laid it on the ground, out of the way. It would be safe there, and she didn't want it falling in the way of her hands. "I don't often use medicines or poultices when it comes to things so life-threatening. They work too slowly." She rubbed her hands together briskly, preparing herself for whatever she might see, breathing deeply to calm her racing pulse. She knew she was good at what she did, and the priestess would do anything to help a wounded creature- even if that creature was a man.

In the back of her mind, she wondered what the war mistress was up to. It worried her. She could be planning an attack, and for some reason, Delaena's heart chilled at that thought. She didn't want to watch these people suffer. She didn't want to watch Altair suffer. She shook her head. There was no sense in feeling anything for him... she'd just saved him.

She cleared her throat and pushed her dark hair out of her eyes. "Who is in the most drastic need of healing?" she asked, eyes scanning the site.
 
She was still tending to the other male as the other spoke to her. Inquiring about her generosity. "In honesty we would kill you, but I am not a huntress. I am a priestess and I am good at what I do. Saving lives as opposed to taking them. Even your kind." Slender fingers tried their best to clean the blood from his locks. Her tone was neither nasty, nor crude. She did think that most men appeared relatively the same, but no. They were just as different was females. Wow it had been a very long time. The unconscious male seemed to regain some slight consciousness and his lips formed the word 'Thanks'. half a smile tugged at the corner of a lip. They were fighters, these men. "You're welcome." She sighed back before a fan of lashes lifted as she looked towards the other male. "My name is Gabriella Sylvari. I met another male just before you. A Lance -I think his name was. A weird one, he is."

It appeared as though she was holding the male's hand but a finger was placed on his wrist to just keep check on his heart beat. "I asked the other why you are here and he looked me over like an animal. Poking me and speaking to himself." She knew not why she was even bothering telling this male what she was, but she thought he ought to know that there was another out there. "Lance is fine. Playing...cards. Lance's shoulder is doing fine and the pain should numb away in a little while."
 
Shane watched her as she worked and talked to him he found it very interesting something he had not seen before he wanted to ask how it worked and it showed threw on his face as he took in her words. "Well I don't like to take lives. I protect them, I may carry weapons but I only use them in protection. I guess you could call me a cop." He said with a bitter smile remembering the people who protected others from harm hundreds of years ago in their shared history. He watched as his crew mate came back to life for a second then mouthed something that he did not catch. "Good to meat you, Gabriella." He said to her not sure how she wanted to be addressed so he just guessed on calling her by her first name. "From what I saw of him that is a yes. I did my best to stay away from him, I didn't want him to do experiments on me trying to figure out why I was stronger than normal but my speed did not increase with it."

Shane gave a chuckle when she told him what Lance was doing and he shook his head. "Man that crazy S.O.B. I am going to need to give him a kick in the ass for not getting back to the ship and helping with the injured. He is the one that is supposed to keep us all up and moving. If he dose not come back on his own I will tell the captain and we can figure out what we should do. As for him looking at you that way, I would say don't take it personally he looks over anyone that peaks his interest like that. It is like he is trying to figure out what he can learn from you and how it will help him out." He said shaking his head.
 
Altair looked around him most were dead bodies some charred beyond recognition. The small few left were men who were waking up the ones that weren't in immediate danger were inside the ship foraging for supplies. That left the ones on the ground withering in pain as the ones that needed the most help. A man laying a few feet away from them was groaning. "Well I guess we should start with him. There are a few more that are at death's door I'll bring them to you. Just sit tight and work your miracles." He smiled softly and turned to gather the men. He picked them up one by one with his mind and pulled them in.

Altair laid out the men in order of rows from most severe and in need down to not so needy. It would make her job easier. He gathered blankets to lay the men on and bandage wrappings. But he knew Dalaena's work firs had and doubted they would need the badanges much. "That should help they're all in order so you can go down the line. There's barely any of us left so yur job should be quick." Altair counted the remaining men injured or not. From what he could tell there were about 25 to 30 men left. Compared to the previous couple hundred it was a great defeat. It crushed Altair that he lost so many good men. It made him drop to his knees and hold his head.

He was suppose to become the greatest Captain in history and he couldn't achieve that with so many dead bodies on his hands. Altair couldn't fall here he refused to. All those deaths wouldn't be for nothing. He would fight for what few remaining men were left it was almost certain that he would lose more men on this planet. But they would survive but first Altair needed to find them shelter. Being out in the open wasn't a smart idea anymore. When everybody was on their feet they would have to find somewhere else to stay out of the way of the natural elements as well as the animals.
 
Oddly enough she did know what a cop was. Not many bothered with history of mankind, but she loved learning and reading, so she was quite well versed in the knowledge of their history. Some things seemed unbelievable, of course, but still they were nice to know. She had no idea what he meant by 'S.O.B' but she just shrugged it off. "So he always acts that way and it is not a mental injury. Poor thing." She said aloud. Felling that his pulse was still good. He did elicit a small laugh from her when he mentioned kicking the man in the ass. Even worse, she was picturing it. As nice as a conversation it was, they could not just sit here with an unconscious being. "I hope he wakes up soon, he can not lay here. There are some nasty creatures that would love to eat him as he is. Even worse when the sun goes down. The smell of blood is bound to attack something." She noted aloud, more for herself than him.

She could hand herself in this environment. What kind of female would she be if she couldn't, it was her home, but these males.... they knew little of what awaited within the forests. Oh but the elder and the war mistress. Shivers danced upon every inch of her flesh at the thought of what they were to do if they found these men. Probably skin them with their own teeth. Yet Gabby always seemed to over think these kinds of things.
 
Shane had a hard time looking off to keep scanning for others around that may be off in the distance ready to attack, he had to force himself to start scanning the area for threats now that he hand convinced himself that she was not going to hurt anyone right now. "Well I would not call him a poor thing. Even though he is a little crazy he is smarter then hell and knows his job, I just dont want to be on the interesting side of him, I don't need to wake up with a pieces missing because he wanted to study it." He said as he shook his head. Then he was drawn back to her words. "Well if he does not wake, we can take him into the ship or to where ever all the injured are being kept. Though since our medic is playing with himself I don't know where that would be set up unless the cap came back and started working with anyone that was hurt." He said letting out a breath. "I am just glad we haven't been forced to fight yet. I am glad there are some on this planet that would help those that needed it.
 
Gabby did not have a hard time believing the man that Lance was a medic which would require some degree of intelligence. "Anywhere is safe than here. You may just end up carrying him back to your ship - conscious or not." She dwelled on the thought that there could be others injured out there. "Is Lance your only medic?" She certainly did not have all of the supplies and using her abilities could and would eventually leave her fatigued if she did it enough times. All the training may have expanded her limits, but she was not without her own weakness'. She took his last words as a compliment. "You do not judge an entire race... or rather sex... based upon the actions of a few. Otherwise, Lance would have been a very odd example for you all." Although she had just missed the first part and it was not hitting her. "Fight? You came here to fight? Us?" Her tone held a slight degree of defense, hoping she was wrong. She spoke of only killing for defense, then why were they here? Armed, no less.
 
Delaena shook her head and smiled. "Not miracles, just magic." She knelt beside the first man and pressed her hands to his chest. She let the energy flow through her hands and into his body, closing the wounds and stopping the blood from escaping. She smiled down at him kindly. "Stay rested," she murmured, and moved on to the next, performing the same way, man after man.

Despite her eagerness to help, the priestess was growing tired. She was halfway done with the men, working her way down the line, and sweat was beading off her forehead. She was glad she'd already done all she could for the more desperate of men, because her magic reserves were draining fast. That was one problem with her own magic- it didn't work very well if she was tired, sick or injured. She certainly couldn't heal herself, which was unfortunate. But, at least to herself, it made sense. She pressed her hands to the leg of a wounded man and forced what she could out. It was like squeezing the juice out of a fruit. Once there was none left, it became a mess of pulp and skin. She sat back, looking at the men. For the most part, the rest seemed only minimally injured. That was good, she could tend to them later.

Delaena stood and staggered back to where her cloak was, sitting herself down on the wool. "I need to rest," she said, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead.
 
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