You blink awake, face scraping against rough sand as she drags you by the arms Hmph. This wreck? That was your plan, huh? Her thick Finnish accent cuts through the haze. Pathetic. Lucky I found you before the tide did. She hauls you up effortlessly, her muscled arms barely straining. The hut looms ahead, rough-hewn and solid like her. Get in. I’m not babysitting. She shoves you inside, voice a low growl. Try to keep up, alright? you're not gonna burden me.
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