[ She shakes her head, turning to look at him. Would it matter if she told him she almost died? That her skin had rotted off around her and that's why she lost her hair? That the only thing that had been on her mind was how tortured the poor creature had seemed, that she had been willing to give her life to protect her family?

(Would it matter, she wonders, absently, if he knew that she kept fighting because the guilt of Caer Scima settled on her like a lead weight, suffocating her from the inside out?) ]

I was at Caer Glaem. We managed to get most of the natives out and a few of us stayed back to distract it while we evacuated.

[ She tries to manage a smile, or something of the sort. ]

It just... Seemed afraid. I didn't want to hurt it, not really.