Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

A nice woman did not sound much of a good company with practical application. Sarah thought about, how fragile her niece was, and the kind of sick creeps that roamed out there. Two wolves had almost torn her to pieces and then she had been beaten up by an adolescent. If she - an experienced and strong warrior could be hit so badly - it was a miracle that Ibis was even alive and in one piece. It could have been due to the girl's common sense to flee in the face of danger rather than stay and fight, but then again - there were very fast and very determined bastards out in the world too.

Sarah pulled herself to her feet and, although with a bit of effort and moreso of a limp, began to walk alongside her niece in the search for, whatever could make her better. What the battered aunt did not realize there and then, that her newfound determination was based on the sense of duty towards Ibis. Who would be there to fend off the bad guys, if Sarah was not here? "So - you say that you will stay here?" she said, hoping that it was the case, because the injured she-wolf did not think that she had that much inside her to travel more this very instant.

"And then what?" she asked.