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Kaira groaned at the pounding in her head. It felt as if each strike would tear her skull open.
“How are you feeling?” asked a familiar voice.
She opened her eyes, then blinked in the harsh light. It took long seconds for her eyes to adjust enough that she could see, and when they did she saw Tarkus sitting beside her. She was laying on a bed, a thin cover pulled up to her shoulders. What she guessed was supposed to be a pillow but felt more like a rock was propping her head up.
“I feel like I’ve been run over,” she said. She paused for a moment, stretched a little, then shook her head. “No. Actually, I don’t. My body thinks I should feel like I’ve been run over, but I actually feel okay at the moment, except for a headache.”
“Good. Your body didn’t seem to take the stuff
