Dawnlark Plains please don't dress in black when you're at his wake

The woman seemed genuine, but what did she know? Sulukinak could rarely ascertain someone's intentions without more time, and she did not know this stranger any better than the Saatsine; perhaps that was why she was willing to try. When they ducked towards some trees the shadow girl gave a flick of her eyes there, and followed.

What help was being offered? Maybe this woman truly wished to settle her stomach. Maybe the 'help' would risk the harvest she grew inside—or maybe Sulukinak was getting too ahead of herself.

A little sick, a little stressed. There had certainly been many reasons for this.

The trees loomed, and the pale woman seemed to glow in the barely-lit morning mist.