Swiftcurrent Creek Take my Arms that I might reach you

She haunted the borders like a ghost, most times unfocused like a haze of mist given corporeal form. She knew the lands by heart, and could diligently perform a patrol without remembering that she'd done so, afterwards. Her thoughts drifted as she shifted her focus internally every moment that she could. She listened to her own heartbeat, finding it calm but regular. She listened for a heartbeat other than her own, but heard very little while she was moving. She preferred it that way, as she began to dread more and more the consequences of her actions, even though she'd begun to feel as though she'd been improving physically. 

And why wouldn't she? She'd drawn the poison away from herself, into something smaller but just as fierce. The growing life sapped the curse from her breast and deep within her womb, where she could rarely feel it anymore. With it, though, went all other feelings, leaving her comfortable, but numb. She supposed she shouldn't want for more, after having come back from the dead short weeks ago. 

She spoke to few, and revealed nothing of her innermost thoughts to any. Even when she spotted Arric meandering along the borders, she simply bobbed her head in greeting but otherwise remained silent.