Lost Creek Hollow every step i take

he seemed to accept it, nothing more, and so she slid her tongue back into her mind and sat up. she craned around before realizing there was no way she'd be able to reach. she lowered herself, then raised herself up all the way and craned around. there—even though her ribs ached, and she could imagine them creaking in her chest, she'd reached. she was bulky, tall, and not limber in the slightest. carefully then, she began to apply the poultice - most of it did, in fact, end up where it was supposed to, but the fur all around also became loosely caked with the stuff. deciding the job finished, she straightened and loosed the breath she'd been holding, looking to Baelfire for affirmation.