Firefly Ravine how lonely to be something nothing wants to kill

ingram fretted just out of reach of her teeth, his expression still knotted into one of deep discomfort. she sunk to the ground and he felt helpless to console her -- she was so close physically -- but so unalterably out of reach. like her he reminded himself that she had accosted his friend -- and his brother -- it steeled some part of his compassion but did not rid him entirely of empathy.

"no, it isn't." he agreed, unsure of how to continue. this was a new light for him -- seeing her like this -- he frowned as he worked the words out from his suddenly laden tongue. "d-did someone attack her?" he didn't think that anyone in grimnismal would do that - except maybe the salt witch. what if it was arrille who had killed her - was that why they had attacked his friend?