Blackwater Islands Another drink down the drain

She was tired and her head was pounding, but Morgana's hissed command killed any desire she had to sit down. She stayed where she was, stubborn as a mule, and stared at the Listener while she spoke. All the while her mind was racing to put together what had happened.

She didn't remember anything except fear. That and the awful, horrible feeling of despair she'd felt when she woke up. Something had happened to Teya... or was it her mother? She'd seen her parents, and Lucretia... fucking hell. It was a mess and it was slipping away too fast.

She'd definitely been afraid, and she'd definitely had a hell of a nightmare. It wasn't unreasonable to think that what they said was true and, if it was, that means she'd potentially killed one of their own. It was a heavy accusation, but Bridget didn't read blame in their voices. She hardly would have accepted it - it was their negligence either way, not keeping a leash on their supplies. She shouldn't have gotten a hold of something so potent even by accident.

But the lack of blame did a measure more to tick down her aggression. I'm sure it won't. But fine. If being under watch was her punishment, she'd accept it - for a while. I'm sorry, for the loss. Not for her part in it, but even if she didn't know anyone here but the two of them, she didn't like that they'd had someone die even partially on account of her. It marked her even more in the red, notches accumulating that eventually she'd need to make good on.