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“My foot is healing quickly,” she replied, “More quickly than I expected.” Perhaps it was Blue Willow's remedies, or maybe her foot had not been injured as terribly as she had thought right after it had happened. “My rib is still bad. Really bad.” Fox only slept fitfully since they had arrived, waking up often and groaning as she turned over. But those were only physical wounds. Peregrine had lost a lover, Fox had lost a friend (quite some time ago), and she was certain that they had burned bridges left and right. Fox was used to this, but she knew Peregrine was not.

“How are you?” she asked, grey eyes meeting his own momentarily. She did not mean his physical wellbeing, either, for he looked as healthy as ever. No matter what happened, Fox knew that she would always belong to Peregrine. Just as he had done for her, she would do for him. If he had insisted that they stay at the plateau, or that they return once she was better, she would follow him. Their new home was supposed to be something that they both loved.