The Sunspire of these words i try to recite, they are close, but not quite

@Seabreeze had found her not after the weak-minded girl had left, seated with utter stillness on the stone she had not left. she was glad, she realized, for what she had done, glad for the sudden extinguishing of her slowly smoldering anger, hurt and shame. and it had gone out quickly and easily, almost, so soon after she'd left her father behind; but with it's dying flames had to come an emptiness that scraped her clean and left her numb.

perhaps it was better that way, surely, perhaps it was worst; she'd not bothered to finish cleaning her coat, not bothered to hide the streaks of rust that clumped together her fur and painted her muzzle here and there. she looked to the woman now, gaze collected and quiet, watching, waiting for her to summon rannoch, to see surely the hate in her mother's eyes at what she'd done.