Hushed Willows don't you know i'm no good for you

Qilaq takes a deep breath and lowers her head to the ground. It takes too much effort to try and think about before she’d been taken and held captive. Silas plays a big part, still, but beyond that everything feels too far away. She remembers her ma and her pa, sort of—it’s been even longer since she’s seen them—but she knows she had them. She’d recognize them if she saw them.
 
Maybe.
 
She tightens her jaw and releases a sigh. Seabreeze is so soft when she’s been used to harsh words and a foreign tongue. She still flinches when she speaks but it is easy to respond to when she’s assured, again, everything is fine.
 
“I-I r’ember summer,” she says, quietly.