Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10906938-20130725142802/@comment-11457306-20130727014222

Allysa moves as if sleepwalking. She had spent the trip back in fear, wondering if Bryn would suddenly decide to pull the carriage over and take her out into the wilds to slit her throat. Or worse. She thought about jumping out of the carriage and just running. But then she would see Jim looking at her and she just couldn't. Whatever he was, whatever he had become--well, she wasn't even worthy of him anymore--but she couldn't leave. Now here she was, back at the cistern and no closer to a decision of what to do.