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She had nearly lost consciousness when she heard Peregrine's voice. It woke her back up, and she looked up with slow-moving eyes, grey and dull as ever. She felt pretty out of it, and it took her a minute to express this with words. “My side hurts. Real bad. I hurt my left front leg, too.” Fox gave him an apologetic look. “I thought it was rock, but it was just ice.” She wasn't well-versed in anything medic-related. And, honestly, she did not think there was much anybody could do. It felt like one of those injuries that would go away with time.

Fox glanced to Lasher, wondering if he knew anything, but she did not ask. She figured that Peregrine would know one way or another. “Here, help me up,” she asked, turning back to Perry. Laying here on the ground wasn't going to accomplish much of anything.