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She made no reply to Hux's offers to relocate her; any spot sufficed for now, as long as it wasn't in a cave. As a matter of fact, Wildfire didn't think she could walk any farther. She slumped unceremoniously to the ground, feeling utterly diminished. She could breathe easier now, though Wildfire felt certain she wasn't going to be able to stay awake long, perhaps not even long enough to eat the hare Towhee chucked down in front of her.

"Thank you," she murmured, shooting her younger sister a grateful look, unaware that it had been Hux who'd procured the meat. She then began to pick at the kill, though she paused to peer at Hux when he explained his presence. Despite her starving state, her stomach suddenly felt heavy, her appetite fleeing, at this thought that she'd been unconscious for days, that her family—they hadn't been a mirage they had really been here—had left her here with a near stranger.

It was all a lot to process. Wildfire made a few more attempts to nibble off some of the meat, though eventually she gave up and slumped beside the partially eaten rabbit, eyes closing and breaths coming deep and slow.