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Her tongue left a trail of thick saliva across your abdomen. And as it covered your wounds, an unbearable searing pain took hold over your body, as if salt was being poured against your raw flesh.
"You will survive these wounds, Fhor."
She stood up, her task done. "And if you live through the night, you will survive my sap too. Despite its healing properties, it remains quite poisonous for your kind."
