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When weight was alleviated from his injured wrist he felt better - nowhere near perfect, just better. The sound of something moving stirred curiosity within him. It would be a few more minutes before he turned to glance over his shoulder, at which point Valmua had emerged along the path and stood staring at him. The toothy grin was infuriating; Kigipigak tried not to show how irritated he was by her presence and looked away, although he was not very good at hiding his feelings at any point.

He did not want to engage her. As if any time spent with her could be levied against him. What if the ravens saw? What if someone caught them together? Kigipigak would not accept further accusations from anyone. He was cold and moody, ignoring her with a level of petulance typical of children. When he moved to take a step and get some distance between them Kigipigak's wrist twisted and burned with a revived pain — he grimaced, grunting some epithets.

A moment later, as he had broken the silence with his slew of cursing, Kigipigak explained: There was a trespasser within the Watch. They're gone now. Took a piece of me with them. He didn't look at Valmua as he said this.