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[ It looks horrible. The scarring has stopped bleeding and closed, but it doesn't look very old - three weeks tops, which would place it during the last mission that had just ended. Perditon's Rest, a fire. Enough to give her a dull pain in her heart as empathy, but that's hardly the important thing right now. ]
Julius...
[ Her touch on his back is soft and gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him - which is very true.
Not for the first time she feels utterly incompetent. ]
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