[Waver snatches it back wordlessly, wanting to die on the spot. He pulls it on in a panic, and once it's on, snatches his button up shirt from the sand.
On the bright side, there's no more smoke, but the rest of it is not great. He tries to find words, and settles on:]
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On the bright side, there's no more smoke, but the rest of it is not great. He tries to find words, and settles on:]
I think I dropped the cloth you lent me. Sorry.