Dragoncrest Cliffs the city in the sea

neither word is suitable for her tattered tongue. 'ulie, she manages, and places her head on her paws as the healer sets about wrapping her leg. 

it reminds her of how Evien had tended to her after the bear attack, and anger at Aventus's insistence that the man had been taken in place of Avicus (coupled with a fresh burst of mourning) sent her blood boiling again. but she is too tired for it to boil for long, and by the time Erzulie leaves, her eyelids are drooping.

she won't make it 'til the healer's return. she is fast asleep when the moss and herbs are brought to her—that dreamless deep void of exhaustion. if Erzulie decides to rouse her, she will do so reluctantly, but will struggle to remain awake.

no energy for emotions, nor future plans. she is alive, and she must rest.