The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

"Your guts will rot inside you," she said simply, her face clenching tight, nonetheless, at his threat. She laughed, the sound holding no humor. "Touching me is not worth that kind of pain." There was a note of bitterness in the statement, perhaps stemming from Potema's spurning of her litter, so many moons ago. No one had wanted her. Why would anyone want to touch her?

She was born deformed, and now she was even more so, half of her face torn to shreds.

Maegi shook her head, taking another step back. "Stay away from me," the girl said again, firmer, this time. "I don't want to see you again." Him or his foul uncle; the two of them were demons, nothing but trouble. She wondered if they had returned to the Woods at any point during her absence; she breathed in, pausing, but did not find the aroma of her old home on his pelt, even faintly so.