Haunted Wood I see you're heading back here; you must be finished

Domineered; that is what she felt, motionless before the great forest - a daisy, emanating through the wooded offshoot. And yet, she pondered, as willowy steps halted alongside the anomalous man, it held a minacious beauty. It was a land of the strong, she deduced, and although she might have been afraid, this was the will of destiny, was it not? That she must come here, now, for the man had slithered into her path so perfectly, it must be fate which had led her here, to serve these men.

Yes, she would heal, she would raise, and she would succour. It was her very purpose.

Lips remained sealed - as though locked in urbanity, as she stood beside the man, couth, meek. She was but a doll, poised in decorum, awaiting the nightwalkers' jurisdiction.