Can I clear my conscience

The uncertainty in the other wolf’s response perhaps annoyed her more than the way she cowered there. At least she had the common sense not to stare, and the Archer-Lyall allowed herself a chance to set her footing, really looking at the ghost from her past with more certainty now that she knew the other wasn’t likely to retaliate for events of the past. "I thought you were dead." It was barely a whisper, laced with regret. She only regained her composure when she noted the angry look on the red rat that clung to the other woman’s neck. "And you," she addressed the squirrel with narrowed eyes, "Do you know who I am? What I’ve done?" He must if he was looking at her with such disdain. Her silver eyes settled on the T-shaped scar over the other woman’s temple. Clearly she didn’t remember. Sedna had to wonder if she would ever remember anything ever again.

"speech".