The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Her ears caught the movement of him coming back and she flinched as the door closed behind him. Her eyes glanced back at him, noticing the catch he had brought. She turned back to her task of stoking the fire. Trying smaller and smaller pieces until she could drag them into the hearth. Finally, it started to crackle and sputter. She visibly jumped when he clicked his paw, making her wrench her leg just enough for her to wince. She nodded at the instructions. She tried lifting the pot up to its spot over the fire but she was panting with the effort. She was trying her best! It just wasn;t good enough! She had to try harder! She flicked her claw under the sie handle and swung the pot over her good shoulder. Then carefully maneuvered it over the fire. Suddenly the bandage on her arm was smoking as it was singed by the flames. She quickly smacked the fire out but gasped as her efforts made the break twinge and her face pale again. She slumped to the side to catch her breath. There wasn't even any water in it yet. When was the last time she even had a drink? Had he made her drink in those delirious few days?

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