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indra sat in a huddled, dumbfounded trance since what she had done that morning. her eyes were open, but the redleaf reclined there in the den unseeing. the children were noted, but indra did not outwardly respond to any of them.

how could she have done that? her stomach pitted and she felt sick. she had almost killed them. she was going to kill them, she had every intention of drowning them. there was something wrong with her; she was sick, and she shouldn't be around them.

charles' mewls were only dimly registered as he traipsed about her. she knew louie was present and she could not even bring herself to look at riley. charles had started to nudge along her flank in the hopes to nurse while indra stared unblinkingly at some corner of the den -- shellshocked and grieving the immorality of what she had almost done.