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“Easy now, buddy,” Gin said quietly, “I was born in the eighties. Now, can you tell me your name?”

“Jayce,” he said weakly. She nodded. That was good, if he remembered who he was there was hopefully no head damage.

“My name is Forest Queen Genevieve, but you can call me Gin for now, okay?” the boy nodded weakly. As Gin babbled, she wrapped and bandaged his various wounds, her own throbbing quietly. Keldan came up behind her, putting a big hand on Gin’s shoulder.

“He told me his name,” she said softly, rocking back on her heels. Gin’s tail was still attached to Jayce’ arm, but she didn’t have the gumption to pull the soft tendrils off his skin. Keldan looked down at it, his eyebrow high.

“In small doses, the venom i have in my tail is a pain reliever,” Gin’s voice was still soft, “I really need to pull away soon so it doesn’t make him sick.”

Keldan responded by pulling Gin standing up by her armpits and setting her on her feet.