so jump and i'm jumping - the golden eye

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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

Thank goodness.  It seemed Fragglerock's family had come for him.  The petite druid trotted after the cub quietly, watching him with creased brows as he bolted.  Not the... Best course of action with a recent injury on his leg, but his eagerness was understandable.

She halted besides her father, dipping her head to the gathered strangers.  Unfamiliar scent.  New group.  Reasonable though, it seemed.  At least, it seemed they were talking it out as she arrived.  Even if Dante remained a complete idiot.  She breathed deeply, hazel hues resting on Arlo and the others.  He's not worth it.

"The- the cuts weren't deep.  Keep an eye- keep an eye on him for a little while.  If the wound re-reopens, apply some mari-marigold."

She offered Fragglerock a soft smile, nodding.  She hardly faulted him for trespassing.  An innocent mistake.  He did no harm.  Offered to leave, for stars sake.  "It's- it's not your fault he doesn't know how to listen," she murmured.  "Please wa-watch out more in the future.  An-and don't run too much okay?  At least- at least until your leg is better."

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