Bearclaw Valley a[m]plius lava me ab iniquitate mea

a curt nod. at least in this the heart was reasonable. some pacts not even death could sever - if anything, it made them more potent. 

the bearwoman bent her head, submissive now that the other had seen light of reason.

"i will await your ruling."

a buzzing hum informed her that flies had found the traitor's remains. bernadette spared a look at the heart, deflated and mauled.

"what should i do with those?"

wrap up and leave it up to you n chelsie? :o