Otter Creek It always runs back but it's never quite the same

True. In fact, more true than even Maegi knew. The trio were only hers by delusion; in reality, she'd birthed nothing but worms. But she took the sentiment in, as well as the thanks. She dipped her head, reluctant to shake it lest she seem rude by casting off the gratitude. I couldn't just let him go home bleeding all over the place, she reasoned.

And then—and what does he look like?

and what does he look like?

andwhatdoeshelooklike?

He's dead, Maegi said flatly, no malice, no judgment, nothing of anything at all in her voice, save grave finality. He returned, and then he died. Sometimes I wish he was still lost. And by sometimes, she meant all times. Every minute since finding his frozen corpse.

She shrugged. Sorry. I know you were trying to help. I will keep an eye out for your lost little ones, she promised, swallowing.