
K'aijeen ran out ahead of them and swung her branch at the ground, stirring up dust, but in ever-decreasing amounts, as though she had already blown it all away. "Why do you keep bringing him?" Her voice began to grate as the dirt in the air got in the wound, and she placed her hand over it. "He'll slow us down, get us killed!"
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