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Kaira groaned, moved her head slightly, then groaned a lot more at the pounding the movement caused. She heard a familiar chuckle followed by an equally familiar voice. Tarkus.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop trying to put dents in the Glimmer with your head!” he said. “Believe me, far harder things have failed to make a mark. But then again, you do seem to be unusually hard-headed.”
“Hard-headed or thick-headed?” she managed to reply.
“You’re the one who asked,” said Tarkus. “So I won’t point out you’re capable of both.”
She blinked her eyes open and found herself looking at a ceiling. She moved her eyes to the right, slowly because even that made her feel nauseous, and realised she was laying on the sofa in the kitchen area.
“What happened?”
“Shock. It hits people that
