Camilla let out a relieved breath and knelt down to hug Cydric before his grunt of pain informed her of her mistake. She sat back, embarrassed at her foolishness.

[b]"Sorry,"[/b] she muttered.

[b]"Ok is sort of a relative term I guess," [/b]she responded sitting back heavily on her rump and then laying herself to the cool flagstone beside him. It felt dangerously good just to lay still and she knew that it probably wasn't the best idea but she was just too tired and sore to do much else.

[b]"My arms feel like they have been torn out of their sockets, I'll have bruises from hip to tit, my skin is still crawling from those weird tentacles, I lost my sword, lost my pistol, lost my rifle and now I appear to have been buried under most of a castle by a rampaging dragon.[/b]" She couldn't help but giggle slightly as she stared up at the ceiling.

[b]"Damnit there was a fortune in sapphires in the hilt of that sword, but, given the circumstances, I suppose ill settle for being alive. Are you going to be ok?" [/b]

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