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Étaín nodded her head. "I know." Well, except maybe dying on contact. I've seen people survivor odder things. She thought to herself as she glanced out from the shrubs to the cliff edge. "If he turned at certain angles I could see how he survived for a little bit... besides," she whispered. "we don't know when he fell." From the sounds they had heard when the two females had come running over it couldn't have been very far from the time of falling. So the fact that the man was still alive made a bit more sense.

But the red head was left wondering. How long should they wait? If they stayed too long they could be said to be involved in the double murder. That was the last thing that she knew she needed right now. She was very close to giving up on finding the so called immortal and leaving town. She had always hated the capital and stuff like this was the reason why. "How long do we wait?" She whispered afraid of being hurt by anything.