Whitefish River It's Quiet Uptown

It wouldn't take long for Speedy to return, though it never did. Golden eyes shifted to the healer as she shifted just a bit to be more comfortable. Hey... She paused genuinely contemplating the question for once, though she remained quiet as Speedy stepped closer to take a look at her burns. A piece of bark with poppy seeds was nudged closer to which she managed to sit up for, and nosed before chewing at it. How was she? She wasn't too sure she knew anymore. Speedy, there is some suffering too terrible to name.

Too terrible to name and too powerful to remember. Perhaps that was the reason for memories. You remember what is needed, and what's not is pushed away. You push away what you can never understand. Funny how that worked, and to think once she held on to what she couldn't understand with a burning passion. Do you believe in fate? Is it possible that you can only do so much, but in the end, we are all bound by what was been written?