"I would very like a blanket." Said Ivan, drying off his mouth with the edge of his sleeve. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to not be starving, and now with that problem out of the way it only brought more of his focus onto the others. His lungs still hurt and he was a bit wheezy, he was tired, and he felt a bit dizzy and overwhelmed. "Could I stay for night? I promise I leave at dawn."
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