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Was she worried? If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have been out here, checking the most unlikely edges of Caido. “Yes,” she says simply, thin-lipped and tightly wound. “There are people who wouldn’t hesitate to try and hurt a kid.”
Not knowing where Mildew is leading her, Wessex follows anyway, but she is quick to put the idea of a rest to bed. “I’m fine, thank you though. No need for a rest. Much stronger than I look.” Which might be a lot - the General has that lean, muscular look about her - and always will, thanks to Ascension. She gives a little mental prod to the air again, calling out for Mabel before returning to the out-loud conversation when there’s no answer. “How long have you been living out here - I assume it’s living, if you know the Feverlands well?”
Not knowing where Mildew is leading her, Wessex follows anyway, but she is quick to put the idea of a rest to bed. “I’m fine, thank you though. No need for a rest. Much stronger than I look.” Which might be a lot - the General has that lean, muscular look about her - and always will, thanks to Ascension. She gives a little mental prod to the air again, calling out for Mabel before returning to the out-loud conversation when there’s no answer. “How long have you been living out here - I assume it’s living, if you know the Feverlands well?”
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