Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy wriggled slightly as she felt freeze applied to her arms, ooohh she whined slightly. It really was cold, REALLY cold, but then it seemed to be working, because, all though her arms and hands were frozen she couldn't really complain, because, where her hands had been covered in red ugly burns and sores, were now pale, normal, shivering arms, yeah, she nodded smiling.
Well, sort of, but you don't happen to have anything to get rid of the whole, dizzy, woozy thing do you? She asked
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