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Meneciriel scrambled to her feet. Her legs had twisted awkwardly underneath her, and they hurt, but nothing was broken.
Elrohir lay groaning on the stone floor of the stable. Ciri dropped to her knees next to him and began to expertly run her hands over his limbs. "Well, nothing's broken."
"Except my pride." Ciri lauged and offered him a hand up.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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