Haunted Wood I will protect with all I have

Vanity nodded solemnly.
It was what needed to be done. It had to be, and she was the only one who seemed to have the balls to do something about it.
"I hope you don't feel badly about it."
Well, of course, she wouldn't. She didn't know what Vanity planned.

She looked to her white socks on the mud flecked snow. Her toes curled, nervous and shameful. Why should she feel like this?
Serem was with child.
She lifted her painted mask and moved to Serem, pressing a kiss to her cheek, moving her forehead to her neck, hoping she was ok with this.
She just wanted to be close to her friend - best friend.