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Ronnie’s eyes closed, trying to figure out what to say. She needed to go home. She needed to get one of her potions. When the pain in her shoulder was numbed, she’d be fine. Well, no. She wouldn’t but it would be slightly better, “I can’t go home,” she admitted, her voice breaking in a short sob, “I can’t do it.”
“Why not?” He asked, his brow furrowed. He looked her up and down but hadn’t spotted any easily noticeable injuries. “Are you hurt? Have you seen a healer?” Will kept asking. He never felt comfortable with others crying around him as he never really knew how to proceed. “Do you need a hand in getting home?” He offered eventually.












