Dragoncrest Cliffs my tree house is on fire

Dont do it. Don't give birth? Don't risk her life for half-baked little people? Don't care? Her sobs were hard to control, but the more he spoke and the more she heard him, the quieter she got. While Tavi could not compose herself entirely, she did enough so that she could hear him - but the stranger afforded her an anecdote that was more bestial than she would have ever anticipated. It was a brutal way to deal with the problem, but it was an option - anything was an option. Nine days, she thought, can I survive nine days? And what of Reek? How would he take the birth and then the presumed loss of whatever - whoever - brewed inside of her? These tiny pieces of both of them, merged together.

- it is ok to be scared, the white beast rumbled, attempting to sooth her, she assumed. His suggestions would find their way in to her mind like a worm within an apple, and maybe they would spoil what was left of her; but Tavi couldn't help but agree with what the stranger was saying. Before the Maplewood, she had always put herself first; even among her siblings, she had always been an arrogant little shit, causing trouble. This was just a new level of trouble, but she would survive it - putting herself first, that was the way. Maybe Tavi was desperate and that was why she listened, and why the beast's words made so much sense to her. Maybe, looking back on this, she would blame the foreign ghost for whatever else went wrong in her life from this moment on.

She sucked in a breath and then, teeth still clenched, let it whistle slowly out of her. Her sobs finally quieted, but she did not lift her gaze to look upon him, or upon the cliff-side. Put myself first. She murmured this, her tone quiet and reflective. I can... I can do that. But when the time came, she wondered if she really, truly could.