Kara touches her shoulder, feeling the phantom weight of a heavy arm around it. She smiles a little before a darker shadow skims past her vision. A dark hut, a gun. The lamp she'd thrown.
"Yeah, pretty sure," she says, letting him help her up. "You're an awful patient. But I think you looked out for mine, too."
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Date: 2013-09-17 11:49 pm (UTC)"Yeah, pretty sure," she says, letting him help her up. "You're an awful patient. But I think you looked out for mine, too."