Helona Chubbuck opened her eyes to the morning sun and listened to the birds outside for a few minutes while she stared at her spear and knife hanging on the wall across the room from her bed. She tried to stretch but stopped short when she felt the dull pain in her thigh. The llama bite on her arm had fully healed, but the wound she'd gotten from Wren during their last fight still felt stiff and sore in the mornings and slowed her down more than she let on. She got up, got dressed, and limped downstairs.
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