Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

Bridget scoffed a little at that, but still kept her smile. Imagine. They can try, she said with a fairly large helping of amusement. I doubt they will, though. It would be pretty pointless. She definitely read weird on these wolves, but she didn't read dangerous.

And I plan on it, someday. Not as soon as you, though. Where is home? She wasn't bothered by the girl's stares. It was natural, and when she wasn't moving, it didn't feel as awkward.

The truth was that she was stuck here, likely for a fair stretch of time. Bridget knew it and doubtless the Druids knew it too. She could barely walk, let alone swim or hunt, and even if she managed not to drown she'd likely starve within a week. She could consider leaving when she'd regained her mobility, something she was determined (and sure) she would accomplish.