Moonspear change in the house of flies

She had nothing to fear from him and knew it, for she saw his weakness, his youth, his need. He was begging for another chance at life which only she could provide; there was no way he could survive a trip down the mountainside, and so this was his final stop. If she would not have him, she would become his ferryman — and Tywyll would drown while crossing that proverbial river, left to haunt the hills.
Or so went his mind, vulgar and grim though it sounded.
She watched him, looming, expectant. He managed to gather what wits he had left, what strength, and meet her gaze for one brief look; a flash of defiance, and then the succumbing as the boy drifted within himself. He did manage to answer her in the next breath, slurring as he went, Anything. Everything. Yours.