Amyn had a faint sense of someone tending her wounds. She groaned and turned over, feeling Senouce nudge her. Amyn's wing was sore and her side was gashed and bleeding. She saw Sorell and Kalia beside her, and would have jumped for joy if it hadn't been that she could barely stand.
"Sorell! Kalia! oh my dear friends, how long I have waited to see you!" she whispered. Sorell leant forward and murmered back "Amyn, my dearest Amyn. I have missed you."
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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