Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

The truth of it was, Hydra did not mean to patronize—though she certainly was doing so—Sarah in her words. She had simply seen for herself what terrible injury could do, and in these times the odds of recovery seemed abysmal. She did not want Terance to suffer how she had; since Titmouse's silence, she had vowed never to be such a way. Her own volume could be grating to those who did not know her well enough to understand that when she did speak in such a way, it came from a good place. 

But by now, through the others nodding and the like, Hydra understood it was likely for naught. She had tried, truly! But the choice made here was for Sarah to make, not her. Hydra still did not think the woman stupid for it; she supposed Sarah had already accepted her death, and that was that. 

So much so that she elected to eat the meat! 

Resigned, now, to accept Sarah's stance, Hydra shook her head. Not from me, nor any of Moonspear I would hope—but hunger has a way of making the most obedient question the advisement given... She considered this with a sigh, and she looked to Sarah as she brought on dying being better with food in the belly. Somehow, it made Hydra think of her father and a story he had shared with she and her siblings of Valhalla. When one died, all things upon their grave were brought with them to that place... 

Rocks. Rocks were upon the grave of her mother and father; but a piece of Moonspear. If he believed in Valhalla, let him take those stones there—he believed in her, in that mountain, more than she had known him to believe in anything. 

It was a cruel thought that had come to her, to allow Sarah to this meat and to seek her again to observe her, and her health then... but the behavior of the moose came to mind, so unlike its nature and so vitriolic toward something unseen. But if Sarah was to die, she ought to go out how she wished.