Qeya River šest

she tried to sort through all of his words, to find what he truly meant to say or ask. yet the taste of the unknown paranoid fear is nearly as real as the meaty taste lingering in her mouth.

i do not think he would heal us to kill us. she whispered to him now. this was not to say she trusted the man in full by any means, but she struggled to find any reason he would do that. he had proven death could be delivered if he desired it. what did he gain from healing them just to re-do damage? no one from the once qeya river was leftover to be scared by such a display.

you have a chance to be free, to be ksura with others who are not just me. and she would miss him but never fault him. she had no remnants of a life before, except for him. even then... she was no mother to his children. she had not stayed here long, only through the worst of things and now everything was different anyway. would you take it? whether grey man struck or not, would you run and be free of everything?

she wanted to hear a yes, she wanted to hear a no.