Blackwater Islands gave myself in that misty light

It was a dark revelation, and delivered with such a level stare, Bridget felt a small chill. She wasn't the type to flinch from things like that, however. This woman was clearly in pain from a number of sources.

You think you have nothing to live for, then. It wasn't a question, just a quiet phrase. But her lilac eyes held no judgement. She'd never felt that lost but she knew it wasn't something you could convince another out of. They needed to see their worth for themselves. She could only attempt to help - if the woman allowed her in.

The Speaker found me. I don't remember everything, but I had a wound that I wasn't able to treat myself. It was infected. She finally glanced down at the place where her leg had once been. It still looked horrific, even covered in the things Morgana continued to treat it with. She looked quickly back. If they hadn't taken it, it would have killed me.

She knew as well as Morgana how the poison could spread. She was lucky she'd found a group both willing and skilled enough to do what was necessary. Even if it meant she was stuck here.