Hideaway Strath But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

Holding it in the cold stream—she could manage that. Thanks, she offered. I'll give that a try. Anything to help that wouldn't have other effects. 

The surprise surely showed on her face with the widening of her eyes and the raising of her eyebrows. Kind? she repeated. She shook her head, unable to wrap her head around that statement. Kind is the last word she would use to describe any member of the saints. She huffed. When you're here against your will, they treat you quite differently, she said darkly as she looked over the other woman's scars. She certainly didn't consider this place safe. But perspective played a big part in what felt safe, and clearly this healer's was very different from her own.