[It's difficult to navigate through the bombed city streets, but Nananea is making an effort. She knows where the clinic is, and she is making her way there with determination.
Though she keeps getting sidetracked, stopping to talk to the city's inhabitants, to reassure them if she can, provide first aid if needed. But reaching the clinic to assess the damage and restock her supplies is still her top priority.
Her top priority until she catches a familiar glimpse of gold-colored fur, a familiar figure digging through a pile of dirt. And then her only thought is it's Captain, and she's running through the street to catch up to her. By the time she reaches the goldfoot, she's breathless, but grinning as wide as she possibly can.]
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Though she keeps getting sidetracked, stopping to talk to the city's inhabitants, to reassure them if she can, provide first aid if needed. But reaching the clinic to assess the damage and restock her supplies is still her top priority.
Her top priority until she catches a familiar glimpse of gold-colored fur, a familiar figure digging through a pile of dirt. And then her only thought is it's Captain, and she's running through the street to catch up to her. By the time she reaches the goldfoot, she's breathless, but grinning as wide as she possibly can.]
I have found you! Captain!