Silver Creek tell me, do we get what we deserve?

the strange woman moved with delicacy and ease, though did not dance around crumpled, broken brienne like she was afraid to touch her.

for the first time since mato had crushed her throat and eaten her whole, the thrumming and constant pain began to ebb.

she might just survive this after all. she draped her head over zada's neck, shivering as strangled (but thankful) noises escaped from her maw.

but once again the thoughts came back, as they always do. this girl materialized in front of her — perhaps she wasn't even real — and soon she would leave again.

they always do.