"And here I thought I taught you to stay on your feet on the battlefield," Char says, looking fondly at the girl, looking no older than the day they'd met, kneeling there in front of him (again, unpleasantly like the day they'd met). He offers her a hand up.
"I'm not going to question a miracle, but...how?" he wonders.
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"I'm not going to question a miracle, but...how?" he wonders.