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[bluediligence]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 49, Late afternoon
Where: Anywhere

[ If the morning's trial hadn't been miserable enough … ]

[ Now it's raining! And it's still so foggy you can barely see your own feet. ]

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[time5kip]

[ tragically for her he literally doesn't even wait to hear her. He just LEAVES, like an asshole.

But he's back with tragic news shortly after ]

We actually have to walk to the clinic.

[featherbeaned]

[ but she just walked all the way HERE ]

[ whines! ]

[time5kip]

[ He's looking her over like. Should he carry her. ]

How much do you weigh? Your arms are chewed off so at least some of it should be gone if nothing else.

[featherbeaned]

[ Weigh? Her? In this form? ]

[ In any form?? ]

[ Makes a long, confused grumbly noise, tilting her head. ]

Too big for you … I think … [ She's 5'9, which is by no means small. ]

[ Tilts her head the other way; it'd probably help if she figured out how to turn back into a dragon. ]

[time5kip]

[ Just. sighs ]

Can you walk any further or should I get Dusk?

[featherbeaned]

Wait! Wait, wait.

I can do it. [ Probably. Hopefully. Time to pry herself back up to her feet, as unsteady as a baby deer. ]

[time5kip]

[ Well. He can at least support her weight - so he's going to move closer to her, careful about not upsetting her wound too much, and moving a arm around her ]

[featherbeaned]

[ Despite the blood and general dampness, she's as toasty warm as a "human" as she is in her natural form. So! That's probably weird! ]

[ Gingerly leans against him as they hobble all the way to the clinic, focusing on taking one step after the other. She has to stop to cough every so often. ]