I blinked myself awake, groaning and shifting atop my bedroll.

Ezzie said.

I said, though I didn’t feel fine. I didn’t feel fine at all. I rubbed at my eyes with the heels of both hands.

I nodded, staring up at the sloped ceiling of my lean-to. I put a hand to my throat, the throat a Warhound had just ripped out. There had been so much blood.

And I had not died quickly.

Ezzie said, as if she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of my mouth.

I said.

Ezzie said.

I shrugged.

I said.

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Ezzie said.

Ezzie said.

I barked a laugh.

Ezzie said.

Ezzie said.

Ezzie said.

Ezzie said.

I cocked my head up at the Constructor, which was hovering in front of my face, its red eye staring down at me.

Ezzie said,

I said, brightening a little.

I said.

I said.

Ezzie said.

I forced myself to stand and ducked out through the low entrance of the lean-to, heading in the direction of the Dummy.

Ezzie said.

I stopped in front of the dummy.

Ezzie said.