[She raises a hand to her own chest. Her heart is racing, but quickly calming down. Cold sweat runs down her neck and she feels it on her palm. Rising to her feet, she reaches into the pocket of her cloak to produce some fabric she figured would be useful to tie off any injuries she got.]
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[She raises a hand to her own chest. Her heart is racing, but quickly calming down. Cold sweat runs down her neck and she feels it on her palm. Rising to her feet, she reaches into the pocket of her cloak to produce some fabric she figured would be useful to tie off any injuries she got.]
Can you run? I'll tie up your arm, come this way.