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[Her hand reaches out to run her fingers over the scales, gently and carefully through the rough lines, and her breath catches in her throat.]

I wish... I wish there was more I could do to help...

[Her voice cracks a little at that, a held back sob of worry bubbling up in her chest that she swallows down.]

I hate seeing you like this.

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