Whitefish River some unconscious stream of twisted logic

oh. she hadn't considered it, despite the old and obvious scars that littered her mother's face. there was someone, out there, who had hurt her mother like Drago had been hurt, and she dreamt of him as he did. for a moment, she felt that rage again, the one that came from her helplessness in the face of it all, but quashed it as she focused on the concept that had been painted clear in her mind from an early age. "did you - did you hurt him back?" he deserved it. like Saarthal had said, he deserved hell, too. 

and then with her mother's words, she realized she could feel the source of the blood with her tongue, that hole in her gums. "bracken. it had thorns."