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Fea ran, yet again unexpectedly, through the door, pausing only to pass out from the exertion. Upon waking, she reflected that it probably hadn't been a good idea to start running so soon after giving blood, especially given that she has low blood pressure, is small, and is outright petrified of needles.
"It's alive!!!" she cried of the Barrow-Wight in a rather Dr. Frankenstein-esque voice. "Well... sort of." she ammended, remembering her companions' state of existance.
"Glad you could make it, Wighty m'boy! Glad to see you. However, yet again, I must run, and I hope you'll forgive me for not staying, but my alter-ego is late to Physics, and she really must dash. Apologies, apologies..."
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