Bearclaw Valley my god, my god, why have you forsaken me?

the first thing she notices is poet, who is lucky enough to have lay down in front of anna instead of waltzing up to her.  she is dizzy and disoriented, but anything that came too close would still be met with sharp snaps of her alabaster cutlery.  she whines and it sounds defeated.

this must have been the work of him, of the man who had defiled her.  and if it was, what else was he capable of?  how close was he?  although sia was normally the strong one, she desperately needed poet's assurance.  she unceremoniously flopped next to her on the ground, shivering as she worked her way close.  they would be safe if they were together.  they had to be.