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Justira was out cold, passed out but breathing fine, she just needed rest now.
Misty stirred a little when he pulled her out, she mumbled and blinked but didn't struggled or anything, the pain pill still keeping her pretty unaware of things which was probably a good thing. But yes, Misty's feet were fine and her hands didn't look so swollen and proper color was starting to return to them.
Misty stirred a little when he pulled her out, she mumbled and blinked but didn't struggled or anything, the pain pill still keeping her pretty unaware of things which was probably a good thing. But yes, Misty's feet were fine and her hands didn't look so swollen and proper color was starting to return to them.