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Legolas
He looks at her a moment as she lies exhausted on the ground, unable to decide whether he should help her up or wait until she recovers by herself. She's probably had most of her fun, he decides, and walks over, careful to avoid the wettest parts of the ground.
The elf bends a little and extends his hand to help her up, saying nothing about the smear of mud on her face.
"Come on Sorsha. It's probably time to head back to the wolves."
"Or we could stay out in the woods for the night, if you prefer."
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