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Luz followed Drake back to camp with her hands in her pockets. As Drake was being tickled she just looked moodily toward the hut in which an orange-haired woman slept; she had her suspicions after the attack but reasoned that she couldn't be a huge threat, not if she'd fainted upon seeing Blythe. When the doctor started to get to work on the boy's leg, Luz turned around. Sure, the injury looked bad, at least from what she'd seen of it. And yes, there had been a woman that Luz was sure hadn't been aboard the ship but...well, she couldn't just not make dinner, and fish had been her plan. 

"I'm going to the lake," she announced. "If I don't catch enough fish, we're having grubs tonight." She'd seen a bunch of the maggoty-looking things in a rotting piece of wood when they had set up camp, and all she could think had been, [i]Mm, that's some good protein right there.[/i] Without giving anyone time to reply, she started to hike off. 
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