Gilded Bay always had high, high hopes

She could kill him, she knows. Put him out of his misery now before he slips off himself. It'd be easy. Easier than it was with Nashoba. And he's in pain, right? He has to be. He's been silent for some time — oh

She catches one bright orange eye creak open and look at her, from the angle she's at it seems otherworldly and unnatural. For a moment she thinks he was able to read her thoughts. She releases a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he speaks.

Ceara. She pushes herb and food she collected while he was out (while she was working up the courage to kill him) in his direction. If he can speak, he can eat. Eat up.