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Vita wondered if Fuller-Thompson was real the moment she saw him, shrinking some as he put his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes were still wide, red-rimmed, filled with fear. Her cheeks were tear stained. She felt numb. She didn't answer his question, the lump in her throat was too big to allow for that. Instead she let him place her hand on the rope and did as she was told, moving towards the direction he'd indicated. She would've squeezed her eyes closed if she wasn't aware that other dangers might be lurking out in the mist somewhere. She just...she didn't want to see-she couldn't handle seeing what she'd seen again. She couldn't. And so she kept on walking, feeling the rope being tugged along now, guided by their headmaster. Weirdly, she wanted to laugh at his suggestion about seeing the healer. How could the healer help heal the damage that had been caused by what she'd just seen? No, no, she wanted Maverick. He'd help.
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