Witch's Marsh I'll never forgive Orange if they've wiped the twins

The humiliation of having been seen lasted only a minute. It helped that the viewer had a familiar face. Pyg? Bhediya asked. Despite what had been said, she wasn't expecting to see him again. She approached him with a wide grin and gave his shoulder a gentle bump. I'm done hunting frogs.

The marsh would have been easier to adjust to if it housed more conventional prey. It wouldn't have made Bhediya any better at hunting, but she was convinced that it would help her chances. The marsh is good at keeping out intruders, so I like that. It was about the only good thing she could think of. A telling look was shot at Pygmalion, revealing her general disgust.