Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

she likely should have focused a portion of her time on finding the poppyseed plant, but it was only pain -- fleeting. more important was the marigold to ward against infection which could very well take her life. as urias splinters off in search, the girl creeps towards the waters edge.

placing the mangled bloody thing counteracted the heat rising from the wound almost immediately and she winces, swirling the paw around in the icy depths as much as she can. what remains is barely there -- mostly stump and bits of flesh. it was perhaps a clean break, one she likely could have set right if the beast had not smothered it into the ground. only half of it appears to be missing to which her balance could let out a sigh of relief. walking without it would be manageable.

luckily enough, the lake was home to spiders. nasty large ones that strung their webs between the cattail and fallen logs. it would serve as a wrap for the wound, for however long it would last. her eyes search for urias, wondering if he had found it or simply abandoned her. scylla could not exactly blame him if he did. she was not his responsibility -- and there was no telling if she would have done the same should the roles have been reversed.

it begs her to ponder his motives for aiding her in the first place.