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He was cross, which she didn't really hold against him—a man bleeding, after all. Still, she gave him a scowl at his retort, deciding (as usual) to be pedantic. Isn't knowing what it is helpful to knowing what it'll do? she shot back, continuing to pad toward him and eventually falling into step.

Maegi nodded at his question, giving the woods a brief, worried glance before turning her eyes back to his face. My home. I'm not sure how bad the damage is. . . She still heard the fall of the cedar, that noise resonating in her ears like a slap. How many other trees had given way to the trembling?

You can stop by and let me patch up your face, she offered, for she'd just picked up the faint but distinct smell of Diaspora on his pelt. They'd been kind, if not overly helpful, on her visit there, and hadn't reacted poorly to her name-dropping Blackfeather Woods. It was the least she could do, really.