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"Oh… crap!"



Of course. She didn't just vanish.

Piotyr looms there, only about half the size of the last time they'd seen her but no less unnerving for that.

Emmie tries, unsuccessfully, to read some kind of emotion into her posture, uncertainty maybe, or confusion, but there's just nothing.

If the thing weren't holding itself up, he would think it was dead.