Inside the stone house, a Little Female with curly silver hair retched until her eyes turned red. Involuntary tears tracked down her cheeks, landing on her dainty collarbones.
After a violent coughing fit, another wave of dry heaving followed.
Seeing this, Ophelia hurriedly set aside the sugarcane and bone knife in her hands. She stepped quickly to Ali’s side and gently patted her back. It took a good while of soothing before Ali was finally able to cough up the sugarcane fibers stuck deep in her throat.
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