Redsand Canyon the world is going to break you

last from me! (I think? Unless another cameo is needed for some reason.)

Despite being lifted into the air, not to mention the jostling, the ordeal has taken its toll. It's a wonder she could wake at all considering how exhausted and emaciated she is, in addition to the blood loss. 

A few diminutive, nearly silent, sounds of pain leave her whenever a particularly sharp pain stabs her. Like a child prodding a dying creature on the street with a stick. 

The blissful fog of oblivion has taken her, but as Donovan takes her in, her closed eyelids twitch - eyes occasionally rolling back beneath the cover of snowfall lashes. 

Nonsensical whispers leave her lips - soft, Otherworldly murmurs - of dead birds, the dark, and ghosts.