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Mayonette was dozing lightly against Thomas. The hours had flew by, she could bearly remember. After the fighting and assessing all of the wounds they had decided to create camp outside. They didn't want to stay inside with all the blood and the bodies and they couldn't move Garnae just yet.
She opened one of her eyes and saw that Cordelia was just running around doing everything and anything that her stressed mind could come up with. She felt so sad for her friend.
As long as Mayonette had known her Cordelia had never been the kind of woman that worried. She had been strong and logical. She was a rock. It was a fact that had scared many suitors away. Until Garnae.
She had been watching and she could see that he really did care deeply for her friend. Perhaps even loved Cordelia, but she couldn't be very sure on that. Yet there was some spark there. She could see it in their eyes.
She hoped, for Cordelia's sake, that he would pull through. Elfride had said that he should be fine, but she could tell that there was some uncertainty about that. He had lost a lot of blood.
"Anyone for fried coney?" She heard Garnae exclaim. It caused the entire camp to perk up. Mayonette smiled as Cordelia raced over to check on him. She looked up at Thomas and he smiled, giving her shoulder's a squeeze.
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