Blackfeather Woods One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

She smells the bile, the sharp acidic scent that has her muzzle furrow. Words came to mind, but each was dismissed almost immediately. "I didn't mean for this to happen-"  But it had, hadn't it? Hollow, empty words that sounded almost as shallow as she felt offering them. Other flashed through her mind, briefly, until his own words broke the silence and she regarded him. How odd it felt, being the wrong one, the evil one. She had gone from kidnapped to kidnapper, and her stomach turned at the thought.  

Silence stretched between them before she finally admitted, "I deserve that. I know."  She shifted, ready to flee, but to do so felt so cowardly, and she could hardly bear to be a coward again. Instead, she muttered awkwardly in the silence, her normal fiery nature flickering and dying in the face of her shame. "There's a healer. But - I think she's..."  Her gaze dropped, unsure how to explain, immediately regretting the path her stilted words had gone down. "out of reach." Silence stretched out again, and she regarded the male, her next words dying on her tongue, unsure how to truly face up to the shame before her as she hadn't felt before. For gods' sake, he was only a boy, her age.