Turns out god hates me but its fine

She didn’t notice Asvor’s approach until the old healer was upon her, and maybe she should’ve jumped out of her skin, but the surprise drew no feeling from the sobbing muddy mess. She didn’t recognise her voice, but she found she wasn’t scared. But she didn’t feel brave either. Just... an apathy that encouraged her to return to the fetal position and wait for something other to take her away. A pit the apathy didn’t wipe the tears from her face as well.

She tried to calm her breath but it was no use, it seemed she’d have to explain that she’d drunken a witch’s bath soap, had her ear torn of by a carnivorous plant, leg broken by an angry frog and eyesight taken by the same with as vengeance. “ The swamp took everything,” she managed to say hoarsely, “ she took my ear, m’ leg and my eyes!” She cried, strange words making it clear that the experience had taken its toll on her already fragile mind “my back leg’s broken, I’m missing half an ear and I can’t see. The bitch took my eyes!” She spat the last statement bitterly, such language strange on her tongue. But it wasn’t the strangest thing she could taste on her tongue unfortunately.