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He nodded, placing his hands over the wound. A flash of light and the pain was gone, the wound a rounded pink scar that would disappear in a few hours. He looked over at her weakly. "I can't fly for awhile yet," he informed her. "We're stuck here for the time being." But he could glide, and he took her in his arms again and did so onto a lower limb-she nearest to the trunk-, only about twenty feet off the ground and wide across as Aryn was tall, so they could hide easily. He laid down, closing his eyes to rest for a moment.
He despised being weak, being unable to help. His friends he tracked quietly as they ran farther away from where they hid until he couldn't sense them anymore. They would find them later, he knew. He could always find them.
The soldiers he could now track, a blank folding of minds that resembled animals, but the natives of the forest ran from them and that helped pinpoint their location, three miles east of them. They would be safe for now.
He despised being weak, being unable to help. His friends he tracked quietly as they ran farther away from where they hid until he couldn't sense them anymore. They would find them later, he knew. He could always find them.
The soldiers he could now track, a blank folding of minds that resembled animals, but the natives of the forest ran from them and that helped pinpoint their location, three miles east of them. They would be safe for now.