Swiftcurrent Creek I hate what didn't kill me.

Bazi immediately shuffled forward, burying her face in Paarthurnax's golden ruff for a second round of crying. She wept and sniffled and gasped, eyes squeezed shut against the burn of her own salty tears. It took her several minutes after the other woman's final words to compose herself and pull away to stare at the healer with wet, sad eyes.

"I can't hate you. You've been so nice to me," Bazi grumbled thickly, "And you weren't.. you weren't exactly born here, most of us are strangers, the pack's dying.. I don't like Shadow as a match for you, but.." She paused to sniffle, clearing her nose. "He might do a better job of ruling a bunch of total randomers. I.. I miss my family--!" The wailing began afresh.