Ravensblood Forest who do you turn to when the night is darkest?

he laughs, and her gaze is impassive as she looks down at him. there is still flame there, and she thinks perhaps she's found what her restless paws have her seeking this past fortnight. "darling, it is not that easy." but something has shifted, change and when she picks herself up and withdraw a short distance away it is without the fear that he will rise behind her and snap her neck. she turns to face him and finds strewn across his pelt scars familiar and new. 

she knows then that she doesn't need him as she has for so long, in that twisted way that defied any attempt to rationalize it. perhaps she wants to. there comes a low growl in the back of her throat, gutteral command to get up. she blinks slowly at him, tail waving like a cat's.