[ her hair is in disarray from hanging upside-down, as is outfit. her temples throb from the blood that has rushed to her face. and she's picking her spellbook, Sophrosyne, from the dirt with tender care.
at last, she looks up at him. ]
Well? Here I am. I found my way, as I said I would.
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at last, she looks up at him. ]
Well? Here I am. I found my way, as I said I would.