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Her concerns were ignored, her question denied by the failing form of Genie. She didn't even care about being cheeky anymore. She cared about her friend - her sprite. How such a small girl had pushed her back was just a sign that there was more to Genie than anyone would've thought. If it were allowed, Chusi pressed her body over that of her girl-friend protectively, wanting to shield her from the night's bitter cold. This was the second time Genie had become wet near her, and frankly, Chusi wanted that habit to die before winter. They had to pick out better spots to meet.

I'm okay, I'm okay - I'm more worried 'bout ya right now... She was such a fragile thing after all; a cold could blow her off for quite some time. Or, perhaps because she was so tiny, it would pass by quicker. Chusi was no doctor, but fending off the cold, even in summer, had been learned throughout her short yet eventful life. What... What happened?

All she remembered was the woods, Ingram's amazingly yellow eyes and then opening her real eyes to find a wet Genie all worried about her. The river was there, her fish she remembered, but had she been in danger? How?