Lost Creek Hollow without you

He gives her a name. Noma. Perhaps in a different time she would find it pretty. Noma. It rings in her mind over and over while everything else swirls around in a confused mess. He’d been her first contact in days and she simply sways to his decision, if only because she doesn’t have the effort to fight it and even if she did, he can easily choose to end her. It is what she prefers perhaps, but something keeps her going. Something keeps her life from ending one way or the other and she just rolls with the punches. She doesn’t acknowledge the name, or his introduction, as she moves forward with the occasional guidance by Wardruna.