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It seemed put together fine, just not quite tight enough. Kovette eyed it for a second, internally questioning the sturdiness of the reeds, then nodded. “I think I can do that,” she noted aloud. Leaning down, she grasped the end of a reed gently between her teeth, then did her best to fix the opposite end between her paw and the ground before slowly pulling up; she was careful to not tear the reed, uncertain just how much tugging they could handle. And once it seemed pulled tighter, she removed her paw and used her maw to re-wrap that end bit back against the rest of the splint.

“How is that?” she asked, looking to the other woman for further guidance. This was not her area of expertise—although, she wondered to herself if it might be in her best interests to learn more. She was amazed by Eshe’s confidence and quick thinking, even after being hurt. If she were in her place, Kovette wouldn’t have had the slightest of clues as to how to proceed.