In from the cold night air; the warm glow of the hearth, voices in the background, she stirs.
A bit late, but we'll see you next week
-Ike
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...c'mon, isn't there anywhere else you coulda...
...serious, Jechin! It would've taken upwards of 'alf an hour to reach the Bunkhouse...
The silver haired girl begins to return to consciousness. Scraping noises as Eesa uses a blade to carve a long branch.
Aiden: ...whose balls dropped! I don't... ...this "assertive" during that brawl we stopped for you last week...
Dorian: ...the Elevators alone would've tak'n twenty minutes...
Eesa is tending to her mangled leg. She begins to stir.
Lorielle: How is she?
