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Hama sat up and wrenched his own shirt off. He winced as large portions of skin came with it, leaving his back tatooed with red, juicy muscle. He tried to stand up, despite the urgings of the people around him, and swayed slightly as he stood. He set off at a slow walk to the place where Buttercup, Hawthorne and Ruby were standing. As he glanced again at the burning building he had visions of his own home as he had found it on his return, blackened and barren. He took his shirt, dunked it in a pail of water and put it back on, the raw skin of his back was soothed slightly by it and he smiled weakly.
Striding over to Buttercup he wheezed out "Leave her, lass. Whatever you say to her, however you reprimand her, there is still a fire, and no amount of punishing will change that. I suggest that punishings be saved for after the fire is out, and until then you two should work together with the others to get it out." Hama nodded curtly and started to walk away to join the water bucket line...
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