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There are so many things she could say, but none of them would be adequate for the moment; not when what mattered was getting Amun to drink, not talk, until he’d had enough to recover. Especially with the Voice ‘gone’ right now.
“Yep. It’s me. Still here,” she manages with an equally emotional grin. “Loki found you first.” The no-longer-little dragon trills at her name, keeping her place at Amun’s side, albeit so that she’s not in the way and doesn’t block Zhanshi from whatever he may need or want. “Drink a little more before I move you some place more comfortable and safe. Where do you want to go? Artisan’s Guild? Your shop? Theskyra House?”
She has so many questions - but they can wait until Amun is able to string more than a couple of words together.
“Yep. It’s me. Still here,” she manages with an equally emotional grin. “Loki found you first.” The no-longer-little dragon trills at her name, keeping her place at Amun’s side, albeit so that she’s not in the way and doesn’t block Zhanshi from whatever he may need or want. “Drink a little more before I move you some place more comfortable and safe. Where do you want to go? Artisan’s Guild? Your shop? Theskyra House?”
She has so many questions - but they can wait until Amun is able to string more than a couple of words together.
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