Thirty-Two
Erin stirred. She found herself lying in her own bed covered in one of the warm blankets woven by her mother with warm colors and geometric patterns. The light was dim, which was fine for her adjusting eyes. What happened? ‘I think we overdid it,’ Eir sighed. ‘I didn’t think about the bird’s lighter bones and how difficult it would be to heal.’ ‘Oh, yeah. I guess that would be difficult,’ Erin agreed. Bird anatomy was quite different from their own, which made it harder to heal despite the fact it was so small. ‘Did we do too much?’ ‘It didn’t cost us any time,’ Eir replied. ‘If that’s what you are worried about.’ ‘That’s good. What about…’ “Erin?” her mother quietly opened the door and stepped into the room. “Oh, good. You’re awake.” Erin managed a small smile as her mother came cl
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