Arrow Lake ungesagt

"Now you flatter me," Sarah replied with a crooked grin. This was true - Mahler looked as gorgeous as ever, while she had got a couple of new bald spots in her coat, where the previously infected wounds were covered with soft, pinkish and tender skin. There was a slight wheezing sound to her breathing from the time she had swallowed quite a lot of lake water, when Black Hat had tried to drown her. And the prolonged illness had left her leaner than the previous time. 

Life had not spared her much in the past few months, but there was one remarkable difference. Sarah's soul had changed it's taste in music. From "what's the point of life" blues to "I am glad to be alive" jazz. She was a proud knight in beggar's clothes. "What have you been up to?" she asked.