Etoile slowly inches herself up, she could feel a rib dislocated as she moved. She bites down in pain, before letting out a breath of air..."Good god that hurt."
She takes a hold of the bottle without blinking an eye, taking a good sip of the Jack Daniels. "Thanks for this, and for saving me again. You always seem to find me..."
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