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The marten rolled his eyes behind his glasses, throwing up his hands. "Fine!" he snapped in exasperation. "Go ahead, take over my surgery, you be the surgeon for today. Let's see you handle the patients without any medical training at all." He went to the desk shoved in the corner and pulled out...

The doctor raised one fuzzy brow at Silvertongue's objection. "Young lad, in this surgery, I am the Emperor. Well, not really," he amended. "If the Empress showed up I would still have to obey her, of course. The point being, what some stuffy captain knows is secondary to my knowledge, and mine...

Morgan was conscious - just barely, her eyes fluttering near closed as she clung to Vihma. She'd started to mutter what might have been words, but they were nearly unintelligible; some of them it wasn't even clear if she was trying to speak Vulpinsulan. The only word that did seem to clear...

Morgan waited until Vihma was settled before laying herself atop the weasel, trying to shield Vihma with as much of her own body as possible. The wind was awful, but she at least had the consolation that, if she passed out, she'd still serve to blanket her friend. She stiffened as she heard...

Morgan watched, horrified and infuriated, as Vihma was struck just for speaking up for her. She clenched her fists, having to hold herself back from swinging at the bosun. When Ralynn declared that Vihma would join her in her punishment, though, she felt a different emotion: shame. If she'd been...

Morgan listened, her spirits sinking, as the captain made it clear that he wasn't interested in seeing any nuance in her situation. That Silvertongue spoke up for her and actually asked to be punished in her place was noble, but ultimately foolish. It seemed clear that this new captain was...

Morgan felt as if she were a beetle in a jar in someone's laboratory, turned this way and that, observed from all angles as the world shifted around her. The only part that remained unknown was whether she would be tossed outdoors to roam free, or if she would end up stuck on the head of a pin...

Morgan felt a sour taste in her mouth at the rabbit's explanation. Frankly, it seemed to Morgan like anybeast who was that scared of being made the fool probably knew they were one, and just was scared that everyone could see it. How many times had Morgan gotten in trouble with her parents...

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Morgan winced as apparently, much like most times, she had said the wrong thing. Still, she got the impression that this rabbit's heart wasn't quite in the dressing-down, which was surprisingly reassuring. Either that or she'd decided that Morgan wasn't worth the effort, not when the Minister...

Morgan stood at attention, which felt highly unnatural to her. She wasn't used to having her back straight like this; naturally she tended to fall into a slouch. She listened to the rabbit chewing her out, wincing inside at the reprimand. Despite how boring it had been in the navy so far - no...

Morgan felt her spirits crash down as she was harshly rebuked. She hadn't thought it was an issue that she'd come in; no one had yelled at her or told her to leave, they'd just ignored her. She'd figured that whatever they had to say was probably meant to be heard by the crew, at least...

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