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цунами. he repeated in his language and in a hoarse voice, coughs shallower now, smile returning to spite his condition. mh, hau fitting for ey-

again.

...sairen of di si.

the bard let his hindlegs drop, head drooping below shoulders, catching his breath with pants shallow enough not to irritated the throat.

forgiv' mi, цуро, tsuro. ai- ai been, struck by ae baard's sickness...

he touched his throat, winced slightly if only at the memory of greater pain. but, the smile persisted, no matter how faint.

ai-- mhm, ai like thcu think ai do sound bit laik b'rd ouf mai name, but it's been... ruff mont' on mi.

slavuj twisted his lower body, so as to push aside the cords of his torso, revealing in hairless gaps the outlines of ribs.

and still, the smile.

but, mot'er si will provide! laik she always du. had she ever not? the wanderer nodded to himself.