Sheepeater Cliff What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?

Her friend appeared, and Padma thought she was dreaming. “Strand?” The girl called out, hissing at the nudge as it jarred the wounds around her neck. “What are you —” If her head hadn’t hurt so much Pad would have shook her head confused. “What — doing — here?” The words came stunted, her throat swollen and damaged.

She had only stopped for a few moments to take a rest, or had it been a few hours, she couldn’t remember. The last three days had been a blur, full of nightmares, teeth and blood. Lots and lots of blood. Padma’s amber eye traced the other girl as she pulled up the grass. Fear erupted in the girl, what did she mean stop the bleeding, she wasn’t going to press that against her injuries. Right?! With no way to avoid and no strength to protest she was again at the mercy of another.