Dawn Treader Valley Just like before, my spirit coming up

the rejection stung more than silvertongue had thought it would. it was her punishment for trying to flee andromache as she would a man. "i would prefer to go alone. if you must come, then to the edge of the desert only." she slung the raggedly twisted small bundle over her shoulders, turning toward the woman who had saved her from herself. glassblue eyes glinted miserably. "please." she had no lack of confidence in her ability to drag herself back to the valley, but she would do it alone.