Whitefish River Just an old memory

Drawing on what little strength she had, once they had stopped in a sheltered spot away from the chilling wind and snow, she turned to look at him with eyes long sapped of life. All that was there was a hollow sadness that carved creases onto her delicate face - a face far too young for such a look. Her skinny shoulders shook, not from fear, but from the cold she had been subjected too for so long. 

Looking up into his kind eyes, she couldn't help but remember so many others she had met here in the Teekon. Would they have done the same as he had? Would they care? Surely her family would not. "Y-you needn't have wasted your time..." She said in a frail voice. "I already believe myself too far gone..." How cryptic the words were. But it was what she felt. Chai had no sense of self worth-left. Giving in just would have been so, so easy.