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

it was enough for now to convince the rabbit-hearted girl that she was flesh and bone and not an elaborate, grief-fueled lie.

she was so nurturing.  sure, brienne had delight or burke to turn to, but the former was selfish and the latter was about to die.  she couldn't bear the thought of burdening him with this, too.

but this stranger?  oh, she was perfect in the way that she seemed to come into existence just when brienne needed someone the most.  she seemed to accept the siren's story without qualm or question.

she is mine.

it was a posessive thought, but one that wasn't entirely untrue.  she was not tindome's — she was not mato's or delight's or anyone else's.  she was brienne's alone for now, and the girl wasn't keen on sharing.  because then she might get the other side of the story.  because then she might leave.

she had not touched food since she had escaped her confinement.  even at the pack hunt she had turned away from the elk they had brought down.

but she could not turn away from this gift.  ravenously, she devoured completely both rabbits that had been slain for her (although later, they would inevitably come back up).  as zada tended to her wounds, brienne took to gnawing on a bone posesively, tossing it around between paw and mouth.

i will never ask you to leave.  but i cannot stay here.  she had to go back to tindome.  i will visit frequently.  unless zada cared to join her, but brienne did not suspect she would follow.