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she laughs, openly, for the first time in what might be months. it's an all-around terrible situation, and yet Blondine still manages to find the humour in it. smile wraps around her muzzle, too, as she surveys the wounds. blondine prepares more snow, and she helps to parse out the bloodied bits and add some clearer snow from a short distance away. 

"you're family," she answers, as if that explains everything. of course she isn't exactly, yet, but she's a packmate, and those are one and the same. "and I haven't lost my sight, but I know what it's like to lose something." soft, almost under her breath. she straightens, straightening the snow pile so blondine can better scrub her face. "this seems to be working. do we need anything else?"