Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

I've been asking myself what I want from you.

Marina spoke as if he did not seek her blood even now, as if he hadn't said a word at all. She stood back to survey him again, pleased that he didn't seem in danger of dying just yet. Then and there she had decided that they would move again soon.

At first it seemed unknowable. A question I couldn't answer - but now, now that I've seen you again... She let out a breath. I want my child to be free of you. Take a few hours to rest. Then we'll move again. I'll drag you if I have to - or my companion will.

She turned away, putting some distance between them. Not enough to give either of them any privacy, but some symbol of disconnection between them. She would wait a few hours, as promised, before she addressed him again. Marina glanced over her shoulder only once more, adding:

You shouldn't have chosen the daughter of a witch.