you can call me great one

In the month since going home, Jaina had easily picked up where she'd left off, going out on missions, creating some unnecessary trouble once or twice (okay, definitely twice) and landing herself right back in the infirmary.

She'd tried valiantly to at least be allowed to go back to her own room, because "It's just a concussion" and "I get them all the time!" but that didn't actually help her case any, and Cilghal had finally figured out that if she just looked at Jaina a certain way she'd shut up for a while. And then she left before she had to deal with any more protests.

So fine, this was where Jaina was going to be stuck at least overnight. When she got bored within about two minutes, she just pulled out her phone and sent a text: Still alive. How are you?


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