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There's a little dead weight for a few seconds but Seregrýn kicks in and with scrambling legs she class at the dirt to pull herself up. With the added assistance from both of them, with one big momentum-filler pull, the girl's up on higher ground. She'd been caught in the cross fire and dirt from the fos goufa's flailing landed on her. When she spits out her scruff and shakes out her fur.

Slate eyes shift back to her charge as she begins to speak, and while she may sound somewhat sincere, Thuringwethil takes them at face value. She nods, once, before she pivots back.

"Come with me," she instructs with a slight swish of her tail. "I need to learn where your teachings were left off, until we have another fleima from home."