Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

it was genuine — at least, as much as it could be. she wanted to keep her life. this seemed like the path to survival.

he extends the gnarled foreleg in a movement as gruff as the rest of him. she takes the meager remainders of the bandages she had prepped for anselm and begins to work.

no, she answers simply. there is some familiarity there, but she is not ready to claim it. he reminds me of someone, but ... i think it was so long ago, i can't tell.