[While he's gone, Raynie goes back to writhing in pain, with nothing but the soft squelches of budding wings, the sound of popping bones and her own choked cries for company.
She's actually almost relieved when he comes back. He's an idiot, but he distracted her from the pain.]
Right.
[She takes a long sip from the tea. The relief the cold brings is short, but it's better than nothing.]
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She's actually almost relieved when he comes back. He's an idiot, but he distracted her from the pain.]
Right.
[She takes a long sip from the tea. The relief the cold brings is short, but it's better than nothing.]
Did you steal a chair?