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> You don’t got the foggiest idea why that Saturn fellow is so thirsty, but you reckon you’ll do what you can. You grab a bottle of fruit juice and a bottle of fresh moobeast juice and hightail it on over to your jade alternate’s place. There’s not much a little old brownblood rancher can do all fancy medical wise so this gives you one of those purposes those citified highbloods keep yammering on about since they don’t got any other worries biting at their thoughts, like survival, or predicting the rains, or keeping your wings comfortable even while it’s all wrapped and confined under your shirt.

> So being able to provide a little something to help him, helps your own think pan there. After all, ya can’t keep sitting on your behind all the long night worrying and rereading what happened. You’ve gotta do something or you’ll go loco en ningún momento. Once you pop over you put yer voice box to some use and call out.