Frogspawn Swamp Olde Stories Of Olde Times

There it was, the thing he had that she didn't. Someone to depend on her. If she died today no one would know the difference, her life was as worthless here than not. The girl felt deeply apologetic for making Chaska exert any effort towards her, especially with the aftermath obviously proving painful.  

She took a deep breath, despite her lunges catching fire with every inhale greater than small. "That's where we differ," Mara mumbled, her tears continued to stream from her eyes. Everything hurt so much, yet managed to be completely numb. "Nothing needs me."