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          His knees are wet but is it
      from the ice or blood? Gentle
      fingers graze the cloth, pulling
      away colorless. She breathes
      a sigh of relief.

          “You will be fine, Sweetrobin.
       Let’s move out of the cold, first.
       Can you walk, shall I support you?”