Wild Berry Meadow it was a pale white horse with a crooked smile

the woman explains in greater clarity what she wishes to do, and Vuk nods quickly. she doesn't risk speaking, but grits her teeth and shifts slightly once more. her throat feels gritty where she'd swallowed down the root, whole and not entirely without discomfort, and she tries to focus on this small discomfort rather than the greater one she knows will come. the leg, floppy and entirely unusable as it is, can't be made any worst by the woman's actions, certainly.

unless she happens to pull it off entirely. she grits her teeth a little harder and tightens her brow, trying her utmost not to focus on that thought.