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- "'M not stupid," Hekara said. She sounded giddy. More razors appeared in her hands, and she deftly sliced into her own flesh, cutting out a grisly wound the size of a fist to remove the arrowhead. Blood welled in a torrent, washing over her stitched leather. "Oooh, that smarts."
- "She's not going to be able to walk," Vraska said.
- "Be fine," Hekara gasped, her eyes closed. "Or maybe bleed to death. Give it fifty-fifty."
- "This is going to hurt," Ral said. He put his hands on her leg and let his power crackle across her flesh, searing the wound closed. Hekara gave a little squeak somewhere between agony and delight. "Here. I'll help you stand."
- ***
- The Gathering Storm, Chapter 7
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