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finley began to shout back at him, but in the next moment she had collapsed, blood staining the ground. lasher found himself at her side in a short measure of time; he pressed his nose against her throat, beneath her nostrils, to see that she breathed, then passed his gaze to her spine to gauge the wounds there.
she would need blue willow, and they were closer to the plateau than the caldera, in his opinion; he began to cleanse her wounds, pausing between laps of his tongue to speak into finley's ear: you will come home with me and be tended there. we must walk when you are able.
unsure if the blackthorn had heard him, taltos at length lay down alongside her and curled his body tightly 'round her own, intending to add the heat of his body to that which had been displaced with her blood. stubborn, adorable little fool,
he chided in a mutter, his expression rife with worry.