Blacktail Deer Plateau Trust in me

Sorrel sighed and shook her head. The moss hadn't helped to do much but further numb the skin that she hadn't really felt in weeks, anyway. I'm sorry, she told him, hoping that he wouldn't be disappointed. She could tell that he had genuinely wanted to help, but it didn't seem like anything he tried was going to work. Still, Sorrel appreciated the gesture; she bent down to gently mouth his shoulder, whispering a soft Thank you, beside his ear.