Panther Park promises

Moira turned away on the offer, trying to shrug it off...however, his words. They got to her. Surviving this cold hell, alone? In her condition? With a few seconds, she grumbled to herself and whirled back to face him. "Wait...wait" she tried to say loud enough for Damien to hear.

"You are right...I won't survive. I'd...I may as well help." She did not want to admit that she wanted to at least try to help. As she once used to. It felt so long ago. Then, she got that smirk again. "Besides. You called me wise. That's a good enough compliment to at least get me to have a look."