Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

She merely smiled.

Her offerings were scant; roots and bark she knew would soothe the infection raging in his body, with some preparation. Nothing for the pain. Not for him. Marina stepped closer to drop the meager medical supplies into the snow beside him, for now only assessing him. The rotten scent of him.

This was a fitting end.

She ought to leave him to die here, she thought more than once, but even so she'd gathered what she could for him. You still think I meant to save you. That's cute, Marina spoke without meeting his single eye, still studying his wounds with a detached sort of focus. After a moment her gaze found his, but her expression was unchanged; as if she didn't really see him at all, but his corpse already cooling. Or maybe you think you'll choose death to escape me. As if you still have a choice.