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Thankfully the girl rouses with her touch on wobbling legs. Poet stays by her side, attentive, lest she fall again, although she takes the verbal reassurances as a good sign. She asks about her own injuries, and surprised, she looks down at herself to see the blood seeping from her side. Without the crush of adrenaline from the hunt the ache sets in. Her steps turn more delicate even as she answers, "I'm alright."

Ahead of them the moose takes its final beleaguered steps, the life draining from it. A wave of relief washes through her, carrying a measure of triumph, but mostly exhaustion. The ex-priestess watches the quiet dramas unfold before her, Venninne and Indra's short alteraction, Blondine's interventions. She does not involve herself, but waits by the side until it is her turn to share the meal.