Silver Moraine all the world you roam turns you into stone

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He's calmer when he responds again, even offering one of those suspiciously charming smiles. She resists the urge to snort. Has anyone ever told you how helpful you are? She teases, laughing softly. The yearling's pain tolerance has always been high, but she's exhausted from the fight and surely from blood loss; still, she feels oddly detached from the situation.
She laughs again at his next words, but he's gone before she can say something sarcastic — a shame, really. His absence, however brief, gives her time to grow restless. After a few moments she starts to shift again, then forces herself up to a sitting position, dizzy and swaying just slightly. It takes a couple beats for her head to stop spinning, and she knows she's being a stubborn idiot — but no one's here to stop her for the moment, and few could anyway.