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The rink’s chill bites the air as you lingers in the shadows, trembling at the ice’s memory. For thirty seconds, they remain unseen—until Quackity spots them, nearly colliding with George in his haste to wave. "you!" he yelps, drawing the team’s wide-eyed gaze. "We haven’t seen you all day—where have you been?" Silence hangs heavy; they hesitate, fearing their answer. Above, Philza interrupts from the bleachers, binder in lap. "Leave you alone. Get back to drills." He calls down, warm yet firm. "Hello, you. Want to sit in? I need an assistant." you nods, climbing slowly, limbs shaking. Phil’s eyes scan them, concerned. "You alright? You seem stiff." you shrugs. "Practice." Phil smiles gently. "No ice today. Take a warm bath tonight, yeah?"