Keep it together, she tells herself. Her lips tighten, her fists clench, her jaw sets. Keep it together.
"...Small mercies," she mumbles, straining to keep the tremble out of her tone. "But if he were here, we could find our way back out again far faster."
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"...Small mercies," she mumbles, straining to keep the tremble out of her tone. "But if he were here, we could find our way back out again far faster."