[ It's the height of the day, and look! Mia's been returned and--
SPLASH!
Oh, that's not so good... Mia's been dropped into the river! In fact, she'll just be crying out indignantly and claw-splashing her way with furred and feathered limbs alike onto the bank now, grace definitely not included.
Once that's done, she's just going to sit-- lay
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Hey, you okay?
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[ Doesn't really seem like it, though. For example, she doesn't seem to have moved at all while answering him. ]
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Well, I got some towels back at the watchtower if you wanna dry off at least. It ain't too far away, if you want me to get 'em.
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Hm... I suppose. There is little use in remaining miserable, when the means to correct it are right in front of you, right?
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[He heads back toward the station and returns about 15 minutes later carrying a largeish knapsack. Setting the bag on the ground, he takes out a couple of towels and tosses them to her.]
You hurt or anything? The malafucktards ain't the greatest hosts, so I brought the first aid kit and some food, if you need anything.
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I'm... intact. Little else matters.
[ Unlikely to talk about it in other words, but mostly true aside from some obviously shaved patches on her arms. She takes a towel, awkwardly but resolutely attempting to dry herself off. ]
... What did you mean, by 'watchtower?'
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[He gestures back the way he came.] Some of us set up some towers a few months ago. Y'know, to watch out for new feathers and people getting chucked back after the malawhosies grab 'em.
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Yet there have not been any 'New Feathers' in some time, isn't that right?
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