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12-10-2011, 04:50 PM
"Plenty long," Locke sighed. "Your wrists were crushed Rosy, I'm not going to lie to you," he confessed. "Why do you need draught, Blaze?"
"Um, I found Silver, and he's- well, he's a mess," Blaze said, her voice cracking.
Locke looked faintly alarmed now. "Should I look at him?"
"No, he doesn't seem to be very badly physically harmed, but he needs a deep, peaceful sleep without nightmares," Blaze said.
"Alright, I'll give you some, but you keep me updated on his situation. Are we clear?" Locke said.
"Crystal."
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