Date: 2016-05-04 07:57 pm (UTC)
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He's briefly at eye level with the small woman until she too sinks down, slumping without care to even more mud getting on her clothes.

"What was that thing?" she asks quietly, shoulders heaving with the deep breath she's taking to settle herself down.

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