What- Wait, stop[Ziggy's not alone- there's another teenager here, tall, wiry, and pale in a way that suggests she's either ill or has never seen sunlight.
Sabriel kneels down, pale hands grasping Ziggy's shoulders with surprising strength, keeping her voice even and reassuring as she tries to get the girl to a bed, trying not to linger on the memories dredged up by seeing a girl her age with those sorts of injuries, and keeping her thoughts from drifting to the scar on her own stomach.]
You're safe, you're safe. Just- don't move, I'm going to do what I can.
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Sabriel kneels down, pale hands grasping Ziggy's shoulders with surprising strength, keeping her voice even and reassuring as she tries to get the girl to a bed, trying not to linger on the memories dredged up by seeing a girl her age with those sorts of injuries, and keeping her thoughts from drifting to the scar on her own stomach.]
You're safe, you're safe. Just- don't move, I'm going to do what I can.