Felltree Marsh If that's what it's all about

Lilia was right in her assumptions, though neither she nor Castiel would know it. The more his great grey eyes studied her, the more he learned. She was small, but almost everyone was small when you were someone the height of him. And she bore scars too - great gashes that lined her chest and smaller ones on her face too. He wondered what her story was, another time perhaps.

She'd hit it and it had landed perfectly. A deep, guttural laugh erupted from the soldier's chest, perhaps it was exaggerated if only to hide the discomfort he felt from the bog.

"Well that's a fittingly strange name for someone who eats frogs," he meets her gaze with a sharp-toothed grin.