Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

if the first words are surprising, the others are a bombshell. her expression changes rapidly, openness vanishing like mists in the sun and expression settling into a neutral mask as she struggles to process this. she thinks she may have loved him once, in some way, and had assumed that he existed somewhere in the Wilds, continuing to evade death. her own voice is soft when she finally speaks, and grief for a moment is apparent in them. "he deserved a better death." he deserved a better life, in truth. 

but the dead where just that, and she breathed a breath and turned again the Maegi. "and you? how - where - are you now?" she wants to know just how she escaped the wood, all the steps that led her here, but she knows she's underserving of that story in the same way Screech was undeserving of his fate.