[Maya hesitates for a moment. She reaches into her breast pocket. She pulls out a photo and unfolds it. Her... thumb is conveniently pressed over Peregrine's face, blocking out the obvious signs of hypothermia (third time is not the charm, thank you). Still, going by the cloak, it's still pretty obvious that it's her.]
The Wizard's gift to us has been... weighing heavily on me today.
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The Wizard's gift to us has been... weighing heavily on me today.