She still had trouble walking right since returning from the land of Inferni. She couldn't remember all of what happened, only bits and pieces. but she had the knife. It was silent now. Guess Erik didn't want it buried with his body. Guess he wanted her to keep it, to remind her of her sin against him. Murder.
Something stirred in her mind at the word. She was used to that too. Used to being alone, used to the reminders. Every day. Every sinlge day. The ghosts were threre, she could hear them slithering through the chambers of her mind, but they didn't speak anymore. Didn't taunt her any more.
She sat outside the caves today, far from the caves. She wanted outside, even though she wouldn't enter Inferni again. She'd lost too much there. She'd lost her world there, or because of there. She was okay. maybe.
She stared at the river, thinking silently. Her white blonde mane was tied back, out of her eyes, and away from the multiple small cuts on her face and neck. They needed to heal without the addition of an irritant. She kept putting salve on the cuts; they weren't getting better, but they weren't getting worse. She nibbled on a root to relieve pain. She had a small fire going, melting icewater. She was going to make her golden-thread tea. It was to prevent her getting pregnant, should she and Lucifer ever couple again. He didn't want her, but just in case. She boiled the herb, then added a liberal dash of whiskey to the tea. To sweeten it. yes, that was it. not to numb the pain of her mate hating her. But to sweetn the tea.
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