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!baIEKpwftA 07/26/11(Tue)22:11 No.15716118>Since I probably turned people off with that last stupid offshoot, I refrain from such actions again.
The soldiers move on after a short chat with you, asking nothing in particular. After you're sure they're out of ear shot, you move your spread pack off of Granberia, sitting her up again. It seems like her wound has closed somewhat, now about the size of a lime. You change her dressing and smear more of the balm over the wound, working to make camp again. You're down to your last ration pack, and opt to give it to her. You do your best to make her comfortable and retire for the evening.
Nothing disturbs your camp that night.
You awaken the next morning to find her a short distance away, swinging her blade around, practicing various maneuvers with her bandages laying on the ground. Noticing you're awake, she moves to you, sheathing her blade.
"...Thank you for your aid, human... Though I did not need it, your chivalry is commendable." She says, swallowing a bit of her pride. Before you can say anything, she is gone.
You pack your camp and make for Origin, with your belly grumbling quietly. |