Ocean's Breath Plateau dentalium

red leaf had never before heard such words, least of all from a man. sobering, sundering, and all things in between; there is a chill that roams the length of her spine as she adjusts her gaze to find his, lips terse as she wets them with a nervous pass of her tongue.
how is she to believe him?
she looks again at her boy only to find there are more tears that roll down her cheeks. i love him, she whispers, a frail kiss given to the nightbound head which resembled that of her husband. h-he's not always like this. there is good in him, i just have to find it again.
she suddenly feels a lurch in her stomach revealing the emptiness of it. when was the last time she had eaten? and oh, to taste something that was not caribou; the gull sitting at her feet calls to her, but she thinks of what cen might say if he saw the feathers in her den.
did it matter? did anything?
she inhales shakily, gathering herself just enough to hesitate before she speaks again, and yet she is not strong enough to stop herself. sometimes i think he might kill me.