[color=ed1c24][b]Muu[/b][/color]
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Her palms were sweaty. Knees weak, and arms heavy. Muu felt like shit. The past hours, days(?), a tangled collection of thoughts. The snow. The silent musician. The bath. The nut[s]s[/s]. The thirst. The house without walls. Just what- "-!?" Longing for air, Muu woke up drenched in sweat. 

She felt like shit. Somewhat regaining her thoughts more clearly, the girl was taken aback to a similar situation. A long time ago. The simple bite of a goblin lead to a horrible infection. And now? Where was she? Alive? The wagon? The others? So many questions, little answers. 

[i]She had been a burden again.[/i]
Closing her eyes for a moment, she would just- [b]No.[/b] Muu wasn't the same Muu from back then. Under heavy groans, the blade-dancer lifted herself up. There were others, but Muu's throat was too dry to talk.