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Panting, she eased her upper torso up, stretching her shoulders and gently pounding her nape. By a stroke of good luck, she was quite unharmed other than for a few scratches.
Glancing at her kidnapper, she discovered that he was certainly in a worse shape than herself. Serves him right! She scrambled to her feet. Now's your best chance to go, Robyn! Yes, it would perfect to take off now, when he was at his vulnerable state. All that he had suffered, was due to his stupidity and his ill intentions towards her.
And yet, her feet stubbornly rooted themselves to the ground as she eyed his wounds. You can't overlook the fact that he saved you. She clenched her fists, looking down at her toes. You wouldn't have needed saving if he hadn't threatened your life, tossed you over like a meatloaf and dragged you here. The seconds seemed like hours as she contemplated her courses of action.
At length, she stepped forward. You won't owe him anything, after this. Closing her eyes, she murmured the incantations of a cure wounds spell and rested her hand on his arm.
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