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Thank you.

[. . . another step, and she thunks her forehead lightly against his shoulder.]

. . . [lifts a hand and presses it against her back gently]

[She's beyond tense, so tightly wound that it's almost painful.]

A minute. I just need a minute.

. . . no rush.

[pressing against her back sllllightly to push her a bit closer :x]

[Stiff though she is, she doesn't resist when he pushes her closer. '-' Leans into him, huffing softly.]

[leaning into her slightly as well, just kind of. . . standing like this, while she recovers]

[a couple of minutes pass before she stirs again]

. . . what did I miss?

[doesn't pull away, even after she speaks]

During the game?

[Nods, her forehead still resting on against his shoulder.]

. . . third round, Barghest won against a Cat. Fourth round, Amalthea won against Tiamat. Fifth round. . . you saw that one. Sixth round, Ometotchtli won against Alectryon.

[Absorbing that quietly . . .]

And my team?

. . . Nightingale tried to attack Nyssa. I didn't have the chance to try and stop her.

[tensing further, voice dipping low.]

Is Sparrow all right? What about Swan?

[i wouldn't put it past him to do something stupid and she was killed]

. . . Sparrow didn't revive.

Nightingale broke clocks before the game began, yeah? Those clocks are how she brings us back. With Sparrow's broken. . .

[clenching the fist of his free hand at his side]

It's a pathetic excuse.

. . . what?

[surely she misheard him]

[curling his fingers into the fabric of her shirt at her back]

I don't know what they plan on doin' to get her back.

[There's no response. Bluebird is utterly, completely, dangerously still]

[letting it sink in for her, trying to keep himself from shaking in anger, now that the topic had been breached yet again]

[starting to pull away]

I have to see her.

[it's a low hiss between gritted teeth. SOMEBODY ISN'T THINKING ABOUT THE BLOODY MESS THAT TAKSHAKA PROBABLY IS RIGHT NOW . . .]

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[letting her pull away from him a bit, but he keeps his hand at her back]

Can you handle it?

[fortunately for her, he is]

Ye—

[idiot you just got through with almost murdering your team because you lost control, you can't do that to them again, you don't know if you can handle it.]

[She freezes again, torn.]

If you're not calm enough, than wait. For their sake.

They'll be there when you go home.

[I. Yes. Okay.]

[okay]

[. . .]

[whirling away from him and slamming her fist against the trunk of the nearest tree. The wood dents, cracking and creaking alarmingly – if the tree had been human that punch likely would have shattered bone.]

[doesn't flinch, even when she tends the tree and nearly sends it sprawling to the ground]

You still need to rest.

Rest is the last thing I need.

[examining her knuckles, which . . . aren't even bruised.]

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