Ravensblood Forest Let your walls down

She waited for the deal to be given. Her head hung so that her muzzle nearly brushed the growth at her feet, but she barely saw it. A memory had caught her, a conversation with Teya, one she hadn't expected to play out so soon. I'd choose to come back, every time. They would give the offer. If this was the Dark One, they had no choice.

"I won't."

Despite her bone-deep weariness, Bridget's lips lifted at that refusal and what she heard in it. That isn't an option. She wouldn't let her deny this, goddess or not. But luckily the next words made it through and, after a moment, clarified into something real within her understanding. A medic.

Your group. Bridget stated, glancing up without lifting her head. She still saw no one. Maybe they were all ghosts.

Who fucking cared? Like she had the right to be picky right now. Fine. It wasn't exactly grateful, but she was too done in for pleasantries. If she lived through this she could thank them properly, however ghosts needed thanking. All she wanted was to drink, sleep, and eat... in that order. If this woman had even a single one of those to offer, she'd give her whatever she asked in return, no question.