Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

She worked herself beneath the starkissed girl, bending to where she would be able to support the Svartell's weight.  Something pulled to the surface of her mind, "You don't belong there.." and her stomach seized, heated up.  She held her breath and waited for the woman to use her so she could get out of this position, stop thinking about.. whatever she was thinking about!

Thank you.