((Forward dated to about eight/nine-ish in the morning, aka some saner hour))
[Toboe has been returned. Anyone up early enough will see a very battered looking boy trudging into the village from the direction of the mountains. He's exhausted, he's hurt, and the rain is not helping matters any. One bruised and cut up hand is holding an open journal
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Oi! Toboe...
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[Will muster up a few wags of the tail for you.]
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but hurt wolf easily trumps dampness, and he'll move to kneel by him when he's close enough-- looking him over for anything that needs healing.
That wag is pathetic. And touching. And elicits a shake of the head and a slight smile]
Good to see you back again. How are you feeling?
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...you don't look so fine.
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Uh... I...
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[peering into your face, searchingly, now] Do you feel... yourself?
Sometimes they do things to your mind.
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...I think I'm okay...
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Well... [a smile] you sound like yourself.
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grin] Is it the smoke, again?
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