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oh, wren; wavering voice building to a silver strain, and she was already turning back, before eshe called. they might have both heard her harsh exhale, as she let go of the sensation she felt she had seen; released it, for now, for now, and cradled wren closer, along her other flank. "what has happened, mi amor?" she asked, eyes flickered to eshe now, to the state of them both. and now she lifted her head, now she took scents and tried to make sense of their entanglement, the lay of the land, of strangers. "what do i need to know?" and now fear began to climb its way into her gut.