Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

Rala follows. Maybe it should have been expected; the woman was far too good to simply let her go. Calfuray could not understand it, so she only sighs.

There are others who need your care, Rala. She speaks in an attempt to reassure; her tone firm. I have lived like this all my life, and I'm still here.

Let me go. Her expressions softens. An unfamiliar appearance, but it settles on her with ease all the same.