"Icarda?" A voice asked weakly. My eyes flickered to Oman, he was still on the floor in a crumpled heap, his skinny arms were wrapped tightly across his chest and there was a quickly forming bruise on his left cheek. I knelt down, wondering what I should do. "Thanks." He said, he winced as he felt the bruise.
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