Lunamor

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Jenny caught him, incredibly concerned. She helped pull the bag up over him as carefully as she could, trying to avoid making him hurt any more. She then laid down on the ground next to the sleeping bag. She desperately wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but she decided to wait until Edgar had fallen asleep in case he needed more of her help.

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a sec.” Fortunately Edgar wasn’t going to argue with her about this. Jenny hobbled over to her pack as quickly as she could, bringing it back with her to where Edgar was. She pulled out her sleeping bag and unrolled it. ”Do you need any help getting in the sleeping bag?”

“It’s just my ankle, I’ll be fine. Oddly, it hurts more than it actually harms. I think it’s because of those cursed whips the furies have.” Jenny looked Edgar in the eyes. ”And I really would prefer it if you used my sleeping bag. I need to sleep too, and I don’t want to be up all night worrying about you.”

“I won’t leave you.” As much as she hated to admit it, Roy was somewhat right. Edgar needed to rest, and staying where they were for too long would only set themselves up to be attacked again. ”I think you should probably sleep a bit, though. You need rest to heal. I have a sleeping bag you can use, if you want it.

“Maybe Gift only talks when it’s really important. It said you’d die if I left- although I wasn’t planning on leaving, anyways. It really thought that your life was in danger. Gift has saved your life many times. I think it might’ve been helping to save you in the only way it could. I still think that counts as your dad helping.” Jenny still thought that it had been Edgar’s dad talking to her, but she didn’t want to argue with him.

“That’s strange, the voice said that it was helping to slow your blood loss…” She paused for a moment, her thinking a bit slower than usual due to the distraction of Edgar’s arm around her. ”The voice sounded a lot like you. Maybe it was your dad. He built Gift, right?” Edgar’s dad probably loved him a lot since his son was so great.

“Of course! I was never considering otherwise.” He was smiling. That was very, very good. He had tears in his eyes, though. Jenny felt horrible that he was in so much pain. She scooted over so that she was sitting next to him, still carefully supporting his weight. ”Gift told me how to help you, I didn’t know it could talk. Is Gift an ‘it’? I don’t want to be rude when referring to Gift.”

“Please tell the wolves thank you for helping too!” Jenny gently held Edgar’s hand. He was ok, he was ok. Her eyes started to brim with happy tears. She’d actually helped him, somehow. “I’m really glad you’re awake. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Jenny smiled widely. She had to resist the urge to throw her arms around him for a hug; that would probably be extremely painful for him. ”Hello!” She waved a little, defaulting to her natural Jenny instincts. ”I’m sorry you’re hurting. Rob helped heal you, so you’re going to be ok soon, though!” @.....

He was waking up, he recognized her! Rob had helped save him. She called out to Rob over her shoulder. ”Thank you so, so much!” Jenny turned back to Edgar. “It’s me, yeah. And it looks like you’re waking up, that’s good!” She was talking more so he could hear her voice than anything. Jenny wanted to make sure that he knew he wasn’t alone. @.....

Jenny removed her arms from his back and scrambled over so that she was sitting in front of Edgar. He was talking! It was about his pain, but it sounded coherent. It was actually about his current situation rather than something else. ”Hi, Edgar! I’m not sure if you’re awake or if you can hear me, but, um, I wanted to let you know that you’re getting better. I think you’re going to be ok. And I’m not gonna leave your side, I’m going to be here for you.” Thank you, Gift. Gift probably couldn’t hear her still, but she thanked it again just in case.

Jenny had no idea if that warmth was a good sign or not. Did it mean that Edgar was healing or that he now had a fever and/or was about to spontaneously combust? She told herself that it was the former. Gift had seem to know what it was talking about. Was Gift even an “it”? Gift seemed to be almost sentient in some way. She’d have to ask Edgar about it later. Jenny stopped herself from considering the possibility that she might never get to ask him.

Ok, thank you. It wasn’t Edgar, then. Gift was feeling warm, maybe it was what was speaking? She knew that it did understand language, and it mentioned that it was slowing the blood. Thank you, Gift. Jenny tried to feed Edgar a little ambrosia, attempting to avoid making him choke. “Please try, he really needs it.” A little more hope was beginning to cross her face. Healing magic would be much more effective than anything Jenny could do.

Jenny heard Edgar’s voice. It sounded a little funny, but she couldn’t quite pin down why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he somehow was managing to speak directly into her mind. She tried to somehow think back at him. What can I do to help make it ok, Edgar?

Jenny felt oddly calmer. She was no longer on the edge of freaking out, somehow. Normally, she would’ve spent longer wondering as to why, but she was far too occupied at the moment. She winced, desperately wishing for a way to take Edgar’s pain from him. Useless. Harold had been their best bet. Whatever force was keeping her mind clear lent her the strength to avoid panicking. Jenny looked to the other campers. ”Aaron? Roy? Kasa? Can anyone help?” She could feel Edgar shuddering in his sleep. “Does someone maybe know just regular first aid?” @Scars of Hathsin @..... @Part Of The Narrative

Jenny almost berated Roy further, but it had been an accident, assuming he wasn’t lying. She would be a hypocrite for judging him on this. She settled for internally thinking her frustrations as loudly as she could. She turned back to Edgar. He still needed help, urgently. Jenny’s arms were now slick with blood. There was only one person she was aware of beyond speculation that potentially had healing magic. She hoped that person wasn’t too terribly scared of her still. ”Harold, do you have any Apollo healing magic? Edgar really needs help and he already has too much ambrosia in his system for it to be safe to give him more.” Jenny kept trying to talk to Edgar in a low voice. ”Hey, Edgar, can you hear me? I need you to wake up soon, please.” @The Clarinetist @Weaver of Lights

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I reverse time so that a chain of ants extending from the Earth tosses the sandwich into an x-wing as it is being rebuilt by termites. The last pieces of the hull are popped back on as the ship delivers the sandwich to me.

“Why would you protect me? You hate me! And why-“ Jenny cut off for a moment, the memory of her mother’s decomposing face flashing through her mind. ”Why did you use such a cruel attack? You weren’t trying to just stop me, even hurt me, you were trying to break me.” Did Roy know about her mother? No, only Edgar knew. Had Roy been spying? How much about Jenny did he really know? Looking at the shattered ground around her, it looked like Roy had been successful in breaking her. She hadn’t done something like that since she’d killed her mom. Jenny shouldn’t have done that. She couldn’t let her anger get the better of her. But she did, and that made her a danger to everyone else. She was the wrong person to wield the power she held.

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