[With his body on the sure way to recovery, his senses calm and his mind slows, the racing thoughts falling to a more acceptable, regular pace that doesn't make his head feel as though it's about to implode. No, he can hear Grune's words with absolute clarity and has sense to be comforted by them, because hers are comforting utterances.]
. . . All right. [He repeats in a breathy voice as he slumps back, eyes shutting closed:] It's all right.
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. . . All right. [He repeats in a breathy voice as he slumps back, eyes shutting closed:] It's all right.
[He reopens his eyes, searching.]
. . . Grune . . .