Otter Creek untroubling and untroubled where i lie

when she turned, it was to watch the oilslick line of his back disappear. she did not move after him, nor call him back; he was a twisted and darkened thing, and she had found in this some catharsis when it came to their forbidden coupling. but dread washed over her, followed by relief, then gratitude — he was a devil, and she had given herself all too willingly to be burned by those flames, never to return to her daughters or to blackfeather.
for a long swathe of time, relmyna stared unseeingly at the last place she knew somehow she would ever see him.