Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

"it tried," she offered gloomily, peering back once the way she'd come. the girl's words weren't exactly encouraging, though, and she wondered briefly if it still might. 

the woman continued, obviously more comfortable around her now; though the svartell supposed it was easy to feel comfortable around an invalid; all Ceara had to do was run away and leave her to hoddle around the wood till she leaned over and died. the thought made her distinctly uncomfortable, and she continued, "I don't know - you must be pretty good, if you haven't gotten lost yet." she hoped.