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"You killed it??" Faye's eyes went wide, clearly stunned.

"I just knocked it out. It's still alive." Magna said, then added silently in his head, 'Probably.'

He hadn't really thought it through when he threw the rock. He had just wanted to hit it and catch it.

It seemed like his assassin trait was making him decide things without giving much thought to emotion or ethics.

"Can I go look at it?" Magna asked, turning to Harlan first since he was still their guide and the responsible adult in the group.

Once Harlan gave a silent nod, he walked over.

When he got close, he saw its chest rising and falling quickly. Relief washed over him, since it was still alive.

He picked it up by its long ears and brought it back.

"Look, it's just sleeping." He showed it to Faye.

Her eyes lit up instantly as she reached out to hug the fluffy white animal, but Magna pulled it back.