Stone Circle she holds the hand that holds her down

The travel between one side of the territory and another had taken a lot out of Sanja, who had paced herself as best she could alongside Bjarna. Taking some of her stress out on the rib bone had helped ease some of her bad feelings, but served to sapp the rest of her reserves; so now, when Bjarna set about attacking the ribs a second time, Sanja could only watch.

She eventually found a way to lay down upon her side. It was a struggle to get there; it would be a struggle also to rise, but it was all worth the relief. Laying directly on her stomach was a pain that Sanja had learned to avoid days ago.

One day she would not be sick, she thought. Either this would continue to grow inside of her and kill her, or it would go away on its own - she had no knowledge of her own condition or how to treat herself.

At least the girl had been found, and was doing well. That would keep Sanja going for a while.