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Rose tripped over a shape hidden by the drought-slain underbrush, agitating the torn flesh of her wounded groin. Catching herself by grabbing hold of Finn's shirt, she spent a few moments bent over in pain while her friend stared. Regaining her composure, she took a closer look at the brown lump in the grass. A body.
Unaware of the limp figure, Finn regarded his shredded tunic and groaned. "Damn, Rose, you tore my shirt! Since when are you ever so clumsy, even with a groin wound?"
The garment had already been a ragged mess long before her stumble, and Rose ignored the red-haired giant's complaint as she wondered if the person was dead or only unconscious. Reaching down, she turned the body over. She steeled herself for the worst, but was relieved nonetheless to find the hefty tan-skinned man breathing. It'd been fortunate that Rose had literally stumbled upon him; otherwise, he would soon have drowned in the rainwater. It was pouring, though too late for most of the shriveled vegetation on these bleak plains.