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kya felt so cold. she groped for her gi top, but it was still damp and threw it to the far side of the room. Rapheal sat feeling absolutely helpless less than an arm's reach away. SHe pulled herself intoa tight ball, almost sitting on the backs of her own heels, shoulders cupped around her knees and her head pressed forehead first against slight gap between her knee caps.
SHe was murmering something. Rapheal had no idea what.
He extended a hesitant hand to touch her shoulder, remind her she wasn't alone in the room. She flinched violently the moment his fingers lay against the cold skin of her shoulder. He pulled back quickly.
Raph (quietly) kya?...
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