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When spoken to, Moss flicked her tongue over her lips to moisten them, and cleared her throat, knowing her voice might crack if she tried to speak, considering how few words she shared nowadays. She was relieved to hear that she looked better, though very little of it showed on her face which remained, if possible, even more stoic than it had ever been.

She nodded. ”Better,” She confirmed. The rot had been drawn away, she thought. It feasted, it grew- but it no longer sapped her strength, so long as she kept herself fed and kept growing the life within her.