[She shies back slightly, startled and upset. {Am Aniki. Am... Am Aniki.} She's shivering again, the smell of wolf in her nose and the soothing taste of the herbs all but forgotten. {Am bright metal, cutting metal.}]
[There's a memory, clear and sharp, the feel of a hilt in her hand and the weight of a body on its end. {....Ammy?}]
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[There's a memory, clear and sharp, the feel of a hilt in her hand and the weight of a body on its end. {....Ammy?}]