[Whatever she was expecting to hear, this is-- way fucking worse. The words are fucked up enough on their own, but their voice, the raw fear in it-- She swears softly, already hoofing it over to Magnus.]
We're coming, Chara. We're on our way. Where are you? Like which direction from camp?
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We're coming, Chara. We're on our way. Where are you? Like which direction from camp?