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Blixen allows the embrace and she squeezes her tight, helping support her physically and emotionally. She knows she can’t do much of anything except offer her supportive words, and that it is ideal. It hurts to think Wildfire will wake up without them here and for a brief moment, she wants to retract all of it and stay until she does. They are welcome here—she takes the assurance Finley had given her—and sucks in a long breath. She cannot leave Eske and Tirgatao wondering about them, struggling themselves through winter. ”Sha,” she says, licking the side of her face. ”Hopefully before the worst of winter gets here,” she adds.