ladykestrel: Her thoughts whirled. Her eyelids were heavy, lowering. She tried to imagine her form

ladykestrel:

Her thoughts whirled. Her eyelids were heavy, lowering. She tried to imagine her former self. Enemy. Prisoner. Friend? Daughter. Spy. Prisoner again. “What am I now?”

Sarsine held both of Kestrel’s hands. “What ever you want to be.”