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Galen climbed out from under the overhang, stumbling and nearly falling as his legs failed to straighten properly.
“Whoa, I’ve got you,” Everet said, grabbing for him.
He helped Galen down the unstable slope, hand at his elbow. The mage felt bony and fragile under Everet’s hand, and he was hunched over, obviously stiff and in pain. Everet winced and tried not to grip too hard.
“All right?” Everet asked, letting go, hands ready in case the mage slipped again. Galen nodded, and slowly, carefully stood up straight and rolled his shoulders.
He flashed a smile at Everet once he was standing upright, clutching the cloak closed at his throat with one dirty hand - it was long enough on him to touch the stony ground. He pushed aside his dark untidy hair with the other hand.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice hoarse.
my sad werewolf, joakim