Fox's Glade As if your soul were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.

"Thank you," she murmurs with relief. Perhaps she's imagining it but she feels better already under Tahani's capable care. It's almost as if she can feel the medicines working on her battered body. She wants nothing more than to sleep for about a week but know that isn't possible, shifting to answer Tahani's questions. 

"He was. He was by himself, eating. He should be gone now, and no. I hadn't told him yet," her brows furrowed with confusion. Perhaps she should have sought Sia out first, but it had been a long day and she'd considered the threat dealt with.