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THE DINGHY arrived at the shuttle and Izramith climbed into the craft, a pretty basic cabin with two rows of seats against the side walls. The floor between them was a cargo space, where the others had put their bags, and the stretcher with Loxa’s body covered in a grey cloth. The guards pulled up the dinghy. Dashu sat on the chair closest to the back, next to Loxa’s body, hugging herself and staring out the window.
Izramith sat in a seat on the opposite side of the cabin. The whine of the craft’s engines sounded like it came through a thick sheet of glass, as if it weren’t part of the same world that she was in.
Braedon had his med kit out and sat on his knees to attend to Eris’ cuts. Two long bandages went over Eris’ forearm, stuck down with white tape. When he finished, he dragged
