[Caitlyn hauls herself onto the dock and allows herself a moment to lie on her back, catching her breath as the still faintly visible pinpricks of starlight in the sky, no wall but chased away by the dawn, reel above her.
A few deep breaths pass, and she rolls over onto her knees, finding her feet despite the pained objections of her oxygen-deprived muscles, hurrying after Lan Wangji towards the shard of glass.
She's still not sure what it is, exactly. But she knows that it's important. It's evidence.
She reaches out to help him up.]
Come on, we've got to warn the villagers. [Though they've most likely noticed the dead rising already.]
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A few deep breaths pass, and she rolls over onto her knees, finding her feet despite the pained objections of her oxygen-deprived muscles, hurrying after Lan Wangji towards the shard of glass.
She's still not sure what it is, exactly. But she knows that it's important. It's evidence.
She reaches out to help him up.]
Come on, we've got to warn the villagers. [Though they've most likely noticed the dead rising already.]