Blackfoot Forest Otherside

"Mmm," she noted in unarticulated agreement when her good fortune was brought to light. Those last few minutes before her discovery had certainly been the beginning of the end for the young Odolf. She'd won the war but lost the battle so to speak...though it was lucky that the cavalry arrived when it did. With the Rosing's intervention she was bound to prosper and, given enough time, return to her natural state of being.
 
She followed Hosannah's eyes to the sky and surmised that the anxiousness of the other's gaze was due to a pending peek of wings back upon the horizon. "They will not come," she said dismissively. "I would not have continued to walk among them...I was going in the opposite direction." Hell was to her back and limbo was to her front; it was obvious which of the two she preferred.     
 
But toward the comment of her potential hosting of the plagues terrors she raised one brow and grinned despite herself. "Then I would hope you're as strong as I was to endure it," she spoke in return.