Noctisardor Bypass Here I stand, still I'm drawn down to my knees.

the redhawk widow was no longer convinced of god or his goodness, but she believed in that of john. his voice reminded her of the island in the only way that no longer hurt, and in this moment, she clung to the sound of it as if it were a life-raft in a whirlpool.
unsure of how to feel when he touched her, heda leaned into it, choosing to close her eyes. but on the next breath she had pulled away, placing proper space between he, a hard swallow hurting her throat. "well. he will have to earn me back," she laughed in breathy deprecation, bitterness filling her heart where there had been softness a moment before.