Ravensblood Forest The white owl in the belfry sits.

Raleska too, could understand the helplessness one felt when their life was being torn in two separate directions. Like anything, eventually that parchment would tear -- and in which direction would she prevail?

A good life? Or a damned life?

She shuddered, noticing a change in the room -- a change in Stryx, even. Raleska didn't push, she didn't ask after that pause -- but she did recognize that the healer was now diverting to a new topic, offering to provide a meal should she acquiesce.

Raleska gave a thin smile of encouragement. "Sure - I could use the food, but we'll split it, okay?" She didn't want the healer to go without her fair share of food either.  If she had been in better condition, she might have offered to help Stryx hunt - but at this point her energies were low, and she got the sense the healer might wish to be alone for a while with whatever thoughts ate at her.