[Smiling, she sits next to him with a soft groan. That's how she's doing. Her back and legs ache. Once, she worked tirelessly on a war field, pulling long hours that stretched into days at times. But she was also some years younger. Even Prestonpans didn't have her this sore. Then, all she needed to do was sew the wounds, amputate what couldn't be saved, or close the eyes of men passed. This sickness was something else.]
Hanging in there. Can I grab you anything?
[Before her muscles truly relax and she can't get up again.]
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[Smiling, she sits next to him with a soft groan. That's how she's doing. Her back and legs ache. Once, she worked tirelessly on a war field, pulling long hours that stretched into days at times. But she was also some years younger. Even Prestonpans didn't have her this sore. Then, all she needed to do was sew the wounds, amputate what couldn't be saved, or close the eyes of men passed. This sickness was something else.]
Hanging in there. Can I grab you anything?
[Before her muscles truly relax and she can't get up again.]