Ravensblood Forest Let your walls down

Too bad. That was the last of her bravado though, as her own dry laugh immediately turned into a coughing fit. Her mouth was so dry she could barely make sense of her tongue anymore.

A part of her still rebelled at the notion of help. What did it say about her, as a healer, if she could not even help herself? There shouldn't have been any shame in it but her competitive streak, and that drive to prove herself better, was so hard to turn off. Thankfully her drive to survive was stronger.

The woman's voice was odd. There was no expression in it, unlike the girl who'd helped before. She still couldn't see the wolf and for a moment wondered if she was even real. Maybe this was a trick of her mind. Maybe she was talking to no one and, finally, she was losing her grip. Who's...

She'd lost track of the question entirely, but as she began to ask who this specter was, she cut off and lowered her head. The world was beginning to go hazy again.

Maybe the Dark One was a goddess after all. That made sense, for some reason.

Just do it, she finished after a stretch, still not looking up, but picturing the shadowed figure looming over her. It had been lurking long enough, toying with her. She was tired of playing.