[She takes the pot, sets it on the stove, and turns back to him, glancing only for a moment at the dogs as they all groan and boof at each other over the basket of bones behind Eustace.]
Yeah. I think so. Still a bit sore...
[She gives her leg a little stretch and a wiggle before she's searching for some matches or flints to light this little makeshift stovetop.]
But just more overwhelmed than anything, I think. [She flashes him a grateful smile.] You?
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[She takes the pot, sets it on the stove, and turns back to him, glancing only for a moment at the dogs as they all groan and boof at each other over the basket of bones behind Eustace.]
Yeah. I think so. Still a bit sore...
[She gives her leg a little stretch and a wiggle before she's searching for some matches or flints to light this little makeshift stovetop.]
But just more overwhelmed than anything, I think. [She flashes him a grateful smile.] You?