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Bridget held her up patiently, keeping her supported until she'd seemingly coughed up everything she needed to and the breath in her lungs sounded clear. Then she settled her down gently, encircling her and letting her weight settle almost entirely on her side. She wanted to get her warmed up.

You're alright. You're going to be fine now. Bridget wasn't sure if the girl could hear her at the moment, but on the off chance she could, the reassurances might help. Then she began to comb through her pelt, fluffing the fur up and trying to massage some warmth back into her. Her own legs were numb, but with the girl settled against her, she wasn't overly worried. She could take care of herself once they were in the clear.

When she reached her chest, Bridget felt carefully (and gently) for any signs that she'd unintentionally broken anything. She hadn't heard anything crack - likely Ani would be bruised and sore more than anything - but better to be safe than sorry.