Date: 2024-06-18 01:45 am (UTC)
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Her jaw works. But already she's in motion, getting her med kit. "There are survival blankets in the chest. Freya! Go!"

She jerks her arm, pointing to Carver, and the dog jumps onto the couch, laying her big head on Carver's chest and whining as she licks his face.

"I'll get an IV going," she murmurs, laying out supplies. "Stabilize him. Then I'll clean you up. Were you followed?"
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