Evangeline turned her head to look directly at Mr. Collins. He was certainly a more pleasant sight than the dirt walls around him, she thought, a little hysterically. It's all right, I'm all right. Seemingly of it's own volition, Eva's hand found its way to gripping the edge of the healer's clothing, like a tether. "Yes, my ribs. Do what you need to." She smiled, though it was a wobbly, fragile thing. "I'm a survivor, don't you worry."

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