(Don't worry, just concerned. But we made that clear now. Good.

)
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Evan headed down the way Elm told him to go, keeping the baby tight to his chest.
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Evan was sitting behind a rock when Elm entered the greenhouse. He had managed to get there without being sawn, atleast he hoped so.
"Who's there? Elm, is that you?"
Evan stood up, seeing it was Elm reliefed him.
"Good."
He nodded at Elm and pointed at the FA kit, he caught it as Elm throwed it.
"Thanks." he said and started to pick some stuff up.
"Give me a hand will you..."
"The little one's sleeping..." he said with a smile, as he started to treat the wound.
As they sat there, Evan took word.
"...What's going on here...?"