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

zada's voice causes her to panic, pulling her face from the snow.  her ears pivot back, legs ducking under her body.  this wasn't real.  this wasn't real.

but her nose pushes into brienne's neck and she melts, shivering and weeping.  her eyes are wide as she dares look into that haunting apple green (oh!) gaze.

are you real?  she feels crazy, and maybe she is.  maybe she's too fucked up and broken to be fixed.  captivity had done a number on her already, and then mato ripped her heart out and left her to die.

quietly, she pulls her face back to her chest, shoulders rolling up.  a strained i'm sorry pours out from her lungs.