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... ween words.
"How are you doing now?" he asked, voice a cave‑whisper, "Can you move yet?"
Veyra blinked up at the flowstone ribs and the thin blue wash of lichen, slowly attempting to feel and move her limbs.
But after a few seconds of tense slow movement, she turned back to him.
"Too hurt to move, even less to be in combat," she said, a dry breath of a laugh that wasn’t a laugh, "If I try now, I’ll probably tear something we can’t mend."
"Hm..." Ash hummed ...
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