Swiftcurrent Creek there's something in the static

gonna fade this one here!! <3

There were no more words to be said. Wren found that she did not have any. No strength to argue with Silver or Eshe's whim, no desire; poppy seeds, chamomile, everything was heard through a grave static and she could only nod and let herself be dragged, more or less, wherever she was lead.
She wanted to sleep. Oh, how badly she wanted to sleep. And as soon as her bed was made, wherever it was, and as soon as the pain was sufficiently numbed with whatever she could shove in her mouth, she would find it in the warmth of her lover's dainty arms and the rhythm of a beating heart beneath bones.