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Inevitable- II
“Lay back, let me see,” Hana demanded, her hands tugging at the leather shoulders of Tiberius’s flight jacket. Gods be good, the man was heavy- all thick, powerful muscle. The slow walk back to the cave had been brutal and Hana's body was still running on pure adrenaline. Sweat and blood coated her skin, baked dry by Cophus's merciless suns. She paused in her mission to undress him long enough to search out her canteen. “Hana-” “Drink," she cut him off abruptly, pressing the pour spout to his cracked lips. He grudgingly obeyed, guzzling down a mouthful before turning his head away. "Hana-" " Maybe it isn’t as bad as it looks. Some injuries bleed more than others, and not all beings inject their venom. Couldn’t the taberboar have given you a dry bite- sting- whatever they do?” she p
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