Dawn Treader Valley Just like before, my spirit coming up

silvertongue suffered in the desert without wren. she ate little, she wept at regular intervals, and when andromache drew close with confident step and firm tongue, the riverwolf tossed up her arms in a parody of joy —! for she heard the judgement. "i will go when they try to find me again," silvertongue found herself hissing, face dropping its merry tortured look and twisting into sorrow; "and if they never do, then i will go out into the desert to die. what is the purpose of being saved," silvertongue cried, "if i have destroyed all behind me?"