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He didn't seem well.

Nevertheless, Sangue nodded as she turned away to find some leaves. There were some that were with the branches brought to Oswald, though they were probably not enough to start a fire. She glanced at his direction before heading off her way.

She went missing the midst of the trees that had yet to be cut down.

A few good minutes passed before she eventually returned, the front of her torso and head covered by a giant bushel of leaves.

Slowly approaching Oswald, she steadily held onto the leaves. Rain had begun to fall by small droplets by the time she put them down near him. Normally, she wouldn’t be able to carry that much, but the prosthetic helped her ability to carry things quite noticeably. The addition of an arm made its differences.

She remained silent, taking note of how his condition appeared to be.

Glancing at the wood he held, she watched him peel them for a split moment. Without a word, she quietly sat across him. Slipping out the claw from her prosthetic, she let it form into shape before she peeled the wood with him.

She noticed the rain got harder. Glancing at Oswald, she took note that there was apparently a ship heading towards them. Sangue did not leave him, however, as she seemed intent with staying by his side for the time being.

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