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[h3][color=f7976a]Survival[/color][/h3][/center]

She nodded.

Putting down the wood, she trailed after Oswald. He did seem hurt, though it was apparent that it was a lot worse than she initially thought. A quick bow was sent to his way, though it was easy to miss it.

Sangue stuck closer to Oswald than before, glancing at him occasionally as they walked over to the shelters. As she drew near the shelters, however, a thought struck Sangue as she looked around her surroundings momentarily.

She wondered where Lauren had gone to.

While a Huntress launched a beam of fire into the air, Sangue glanced at the shelters. It was raining, and Lauren was nowhere to be seen. There were people, some she had grown a bit more familiar with, around the shelters.

Sangue had slain many Grimm on the boat, and she stayed by Oswald's side. But now there were a good amount of people nearby.

[i][color=f7976a]...I should find her...[/color][/i]

Without a word, she turned to Oswald once more, whether or not he had noticed her, and made another bow- almost apologetically. She then silently walked past the shelter.

The rain splashed against her skin and clothes as she headed in the direction of where she had last seen her friend. Her wet clothes weighed and clung onto her body, but it wasn't discouraging her from walking in the rain.

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