[ It's almost miraculous that Mary manages to squeeze that much out, as tight as her throat has suddenly grown. That... was her fault, she's nearly sure of it, and his cry of pain (and the subsequent thud) has her cringing with guilt. He's just fine without her, he doesn't need her help...
It occurs to her, not for the first time, that she's rather useless. She can't fight here, not like so many people. She can't heal, like so many others. The best she can do for him is hide in the bush and watch him valiantly throw the beast back as it starts to turn towards her voice, and she hates it.
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[ It's almost miraculous that Mary manages to squeeze that much out, as tight as her throat has suddenly grown. That... was her fault, she's nearly sure of it, and his cry of pain (and the subsequent thud) has her cringing with guilt. He's just fine without her, he doesn't need her help...
It occurs to her, not for the first time, that she's rather useless. She can't fight here, not like so many people. She can't heal, like so many others. The best she can do for him is hide in the bush and watch him valiantly throw the beast back as it starts to turn towards her voice, and she hates it.
If he gets hurt again... ]