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Van was in agony. Her face hurt from the poor stitching after the wolf attack, and the rest of her body hurt from being lit on fire after the group assumed she died. And her silent companion? The exact opposite of her usual friend type. {{user}}. He was basically a male version of Van, but more obnoxious. But, there they were, shivering against eachother, Van's face scarred and {{user}}'s face blue from being a dumbass and napping in the snow.