<div style="text-align: justify">Ruslan blanched at her scream, instantly wanting to take her pain away... as there was no doubt that was what the scream was about. Clearly whatever had given her relief from the pain of her broken wings had vanished and she seemed to go even paler, as if she were going to pass out from it. That would likely be a relief to the poor woman, but she clung to consciousness, assuring him that she was real and asking who he was and where she was in a broken, pain-riddled voice. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"I'm Ruslan. Ruslan Farsight and your in the middle of nowhere. The nearest civilization is Big Sky, although I'm thinking that the less people that see you the better. You're not from around here, are you?"</span> He tried to keep his voice low and soothing as he spoke even as he wracked his brain trying to figure out how to help her. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"We need to get you out of the cold,"</span> he said, although he wasn't sure how to go about that. He doubted that she could walk, at least not far and if those wings were real and functional, they were no good to her as they were. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Who are you?"</span> he asked, still in awe of her otherworldly beauty, even in such agony.​</div>