Neverwinter Forest tear out all of your tenderness

she's skeletal thin, now, and her thin coat hangs off her ribs like an oversized coat. besides the overwhelming exhaustion, all the other emotions that at times threatened to overwhelm her have vanished. she is comfortably numb as she wanders into this wood, understanding that, like all the other territories she's moved through, this is not her home. what threatened to destroy her most was the loneliness, but she's no longer alone, now. the woman who walks beside her isn't flesh and blood, but Clem knows she exists - she can see her in the scattered sunbeams, now, and she knows the woman is watching her, waiting. "it's alright," she whispers, as she always does, and this time Clem listens. the woman pauses and so does she, and there before her is the same hollow she'd left the morning, at the base of a fir. somehow, the knowledge that she's been walking in circles doesn't upset her, anymore. 

instead, she steps easily into the hollow, her own scent still lingers, and folds in on herself as she becomes another motionless body on the forest floor; distinguished only by the careful rise and fall of her chest.