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He spoke to her in a calm, reassuring voice that did little to quell the little girl's fear. Between her sense of stranger danger and her allergic reaction, Wildfire was a mess. Everything caught up to her suddenly and she began to cry, quietly at first. But then she was bawling, like a throwback to her early days as a colicky infant. It was a noise of fear, pain and utmost distress.

But she didn't move. She just just flopped to the ground and wept. Vaguely, she noticed that the warm tears sliding down her face brought some measure of relief. The crying kept her eyes and face puffy, though, and she looked as miserable as she felt.