Moonspear five

the woman's words are heard, barely, above the growing din. but they are heard, and recognized. to feel her mother die beneath her grip; it is something she can not imagine. but she wants it none the less. she wants her dead, gone, and if not by her fangs, then who's? 

"okay." she accepts, gaze roving to meet the queen's for only a moment. I will be here. "thank you." soft, careful. for a moment, she wavers, but ultimately she veers away, needing desperately, suddenly, to be alone.