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Milo had tuned on most of the conversation, instead focusing on muttering words of encouragement to his friend, but had dialed back in when he heard his name. "I found the dart here." he said, running his fingers on the scar that sliced across the Bushbeast's muzzle. "It's one of the only places on his body that doesn't have a thick layer of bark. Whoever darted him was a hell of a shot."

Ishmael absently took the dart back; he hadn't really registered Wind Weaver had taken it. He twirled in between his fingers. ''Why me? And why Oswin? Why any of this? ''he thought.