[They don't seem to be, and so when Myfanwy staggers up behind him several seconds later, she bends over and wheezes, hands on her knees, without worry.]
Not going -- back in there -- without my god.
[Not in a million years. She sucks in another gulp of air, and straightens up, wincing as a brand-new blister on her ankle makes itself painfully known.]
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Not going -- back in there -- without my god.
[Not in a million years. She sucks in another gulp of air, and straightens up, wincing as a brand-new blister on her ankle makes itself painfully known.]
Thanks, Yuuri.