Felltree Marsh fireton

where else would she go?

but he did not need to know this. she only stayed silent, working over the hot flesh. he would likely need more help than she could give. anything to make sure it did not grow infected.

he spoke of repayment, of owing.

what did either one of them have to barter with? only their lives, she supposed.

and in that she could ask for a great, heavy fee — then decided that was exactly what she would do now. even if it was not fair nor right. she was a creature operating on survival.

both of their survivals, it seemed.

mine. she huffed into the messy ruff of his neck. you live, you mine.

because what use did she have for a dead man? he was only good if he lived, if his strength continued to be proven.