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her rather cynical remark remained uncontested; the sylph watched as the man hobbled away, though not before requesting her attendance.

obligingly, and very stiffly, the siren rose and unfolded her aching limbs. walking was painful work, but the further she moved, the easier her muscles glided into place -- quiet but no less willing, the crone followed behind the scarred male and carefully matched his limping pace.