[If there was one good thing about it still being winter, it was that Henry's bloody, battered body stood out like a quite literal sore thumb in the snow.]
[Carousel and her rider arrive in a veritable cloud of steam, and Heather dismounts so hastily that she almost gets stuck in her own stirrups.]
[Henry's feeble waving-away is not acknowledged as she skids into the snow next to him, dropping to her knees in the process.]
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[Carousel and her rider arrive in a veritable cloud of steam, and Heather dismounts so hastily that she almost gets stuck in her own stirrups.]
[Henry's feeble waving-away is not acknowledged as she skids into the snow next to him, dropping to her knees in the process.]
Henry!
What happened?!