Haunted Wood a fearful devotion to a place without shape

she already would be at a disadvantage with her uneven gait from a recently-healed broke leg but i'm okay with muscle damage!

Words, they flowed out of his deathly smile and yet he had uttered the word alive. She knew that one well but she despised the way it sounded. Especially as of late. Not once had she asked for such a promise. She had not begged to keep going. The world kept giving in such crudely mysterious ways.

Yet she would not utter a word back to him. Nor would she fight back against the weight he pressed on her. Her lip would lower ever so slightly, not as fearful but still wary. He had done nothing she wouldn't have done in his position. So at his mercy she would be until fate decided what was to be done with her.