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Crystal watched Ferethor's pain. As much as they didn't get along and as much as she was weary of him she didn't like to see him in pain. She placed her hand on his forehead, it was cold. She took her cloak off and put it over him.
"Sleep, Ferethor. Sleep dreamless dreams. You are safe," Crystal whispered softly.
There wasn't anything else she could do for him. The only thing that had brought her any amount of luck in her life was the necklace that was buried underneath her clothing. It was her mother's and she loved it dearly. It had seemed to keep her alive through sickness and wounds and was just plain lucky at other times. She wasn't very superstitious, but she believed in the necklace.
She unclasped it and put it around Ferethor's neck.
"May it bring you the luck that it has brought me," Crystal said gently. She backed away and sat next to him, staring off into the distance.
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