Blackfeather Woods Claustrophobia.

Maegi shook her head, emphatically. "No," she whispered. Her voice was hollow, though not cold. "I don't care what they said. You're Mou. Mou. That's all that matters to me." She gritted her teeth, the fur along her spine lifting. What had they done to him? What had they made him believe? Fucking wretches.

She was going to hunt the red girl down and rip her from limb to limb. No--force-feed her the bad plant, the one Astara had consumed. Watch her twitch and die in minutes.

He was cowering away from her, and she wanted to join him on the other side of the cavern--but something within her bade her stay put. Instead, she sat back on her haunches, swallowing thickly, unable quite to meet his gaze. She was still angry, but not at him, no. Angry at everything the world had thrown at him. . .continued to throw at him.

He didn't deserve it.

"We'll kill them all," Maegi whispered, as if it was supposed to be some sort of comfort to him. "All of them. You'll be safe here."