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

Just as quickly as she had discovered it existed, Zada felt a cold spike through her heart. Oh, this little thing she loved was so broken.
Somehow it only made the adoration ache more fiercely.

I am real, little one. She moved closer, gently. And you are safe with me.

Don't apologize. You have been through so much... Zada shook her head and moved to grab the two rabbits she had killed, dropping them next to Brienne. I will stay with you until you ask me to leave. Please try to eat while I put these herbs on your wounds.

With that, Zada turned to chew up the marigold and comfrey root into a paste. She delicately pushed the paste into the wounds, inexperienced but possessing a precise and gentle touch. The wad of spider webs she had gathered lay tangled in the grass, and she wasn't certain they would still work after she had dropped them. With some fussing, Zada removed the debris and got it to stick over the worst of the wounds.

When she was satisfied with her work, she sat next to Brienne and watched around them for signs of other creatures.