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The boy on the ground groans quietly as Murmur works his healing magic, but otherwise doesn’t stir or regain consciousness. The rise and fall of his chest settles into a more regular rhythm, a sign his breathing has stabilized. Jon sighs deeply, relief audible.

“Thank you,” he says, with a curtness of tone that also means finally, and he checks the boy’s pulse again, just to be sure. It seems better than before, but Jon still isn’t a medical professional. This boy isn’t completely healed, and he appears to have lost a lot of blood.

“We should get him back to the ship.”

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Murmur didn't much care for that tone, and didn't look Jon's way. He didn't understand, couldn't understand, perhaps. His wings burned, like fire ants chewing through his feathers.

He ignored it.

"Lead the way." Murmur muttered, moving to lift the boy. He was light, as all humans were to him, but long limbs still made him somewhat awkward to wrestle. Still, far easier for him to lift than for Jon who probably didn't spend much time hauling bodies around.