I can't force these eyes to see the end
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Some sort of relief swept through his veins at the sound of her voice, a sort of affirmation that she was still alive and breathing despite her silence and shuddering there beforehand. He exhaled the caught breath that had been in his lungs and he held her small, fragile body closer to his chest. Her fur was frozen and the words that stumbled out of her mouth were chattered and frostbitten as well. Jefferson scowled at her words and hastened his steps, glad he had decided to meander two-legged on that particular day. The cabin came into view not long thereafter, and his steps were quickened further.


"I know," he replied gently. "It'll be all right, we're almost there." He climbed the porch steps and kicked at the door (and nearly knocking it off its hinges) unable to open it with either arm. "Just hold on," he muttered, hurrying in the shelter and managing to close the door behind him. She was placed down momentarily, just long enough for him to start the fire in the fireplace (he'd gotten rather good at it one-handed, too) before he quickly found a chair and put her in it, directly in front of the hearth. He was reminded momentarily of his talk with Iskata few weeks before, but the concept was quickly put away. For now, he straightened his sling that was now wrapped around her for warmth and stepped back, sighing.

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