[Looked worse, huh? It probably was. She can still feel some of the terror singing in her blood, the brand pulsing on her chest like it used to. She clenches her fist, smile dropping before she forcefully releases her curled fingers. She moves to sit against the tree with him, crossing her legs at the ankle.]
It's called a Cie'th. It's...[It's what I might have become. What I did become. She doesn't say that, leans her head back against the tree and sighs.] They're not all that strong, for what that's worth.
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It's called a Cie'th. It's...[It's what I might have become. What I did become. She doesn't say that, leans her head back against the tree and sighs.] They're not all that strong, for what that's worth.