Deepwood Weald let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves

@Alastor because u know u want to. (also i'm assuming she knows giana and asherah are pregnant but who knows.)

It seemed that conflict bred conflict, and Ragna could not catch a break. Her confusion over her own sudden display of sexuality was forgotten in favor of the fact that she had killed. And even that shock had faded, for she had been right in delivering judgement and even guilt fled. Now with Giana and Asherah pregnant, Ragna felt at war with herself. Were they considered better than her in the eyes of Molech? More importantly, were they more valuable in Eshamun's eyes? Suddenly Ragna felt inferior, where before her status as kurgarru had bolstered her. She could not impregnate the women of the Malkaria, but she herself did not want to carry children.

As always, when her thoughts grew too large for her mind, she wandered towards the sea. This time she went farther west than usual, avoiding her usual route to stray closer to the Bay in the vain hope that she might find Szymon there. And so she crossed through the thickness of the weald, where the last of the leaves clung brittle and frail to the skeleton trees.