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He queried without facing her. "Are you well to travel?”
Shaking off her surprise at the abrupt question, she realized she was. She felt rejuvenated. Standing, she wriggled her bare toes and found them blessedly painless.
“Are you two well?” His gaze touched on Almora’s bandaged hand. Wondering if she was too injured to continue.
How had she hurt herself? He felt guilty that he'd not been more helpful.
Wasn't worth much, unconscious. He grunted.
“No help for me, Old Friend.” She smiled softly at him. “I am of more mortal blood. It’ll take time to heal my breaks.”
Most Dreads are only partly magic, and still partly human.
Lon still stared, jaw agape. Obviously unable to speak as yet.
Shocked that he'd seen me heal like that. In all the years he's known me, that's never happened.
Even Almora’s eyes remained wide with surprise. Filled with disbelief.
Disseus stood and str
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