Snagged from my munchkin

[woodface]

didn’t when she first woke up, as if the cold was the only sensation she’d ever known existed. The voices around her sounded comforting, but she couldn’t help wanting to get away from their unfamiliar words. She didn’t know their language, and that came with the realisation that she didn’t belong here. Her first real memory came back when the one called Jonas told her about his companions being ill. By now she understood what he was saying, their language was simple and easy enough to understand, but she couldn’t remember if she’d ever communicated like this. The sounds felt
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Hee, it just took words out of my fic. Sounds cool.