shame me for my mistakes

Avantika was feeling worse and worse as time went on. The crystals on her eyes and ears had grown much larger and heavier. If they got much bigger, maybe they'd completely replace her eyes or tear off her ears with their weight or--she needed to stop thinking. She wiped at her eyes for the hundredth time that hour. There was more and more fluid, too. It dripped wherever she went, leaving trails on the ground.

Her body felt like it was falling apart. Splitting headaches wracked her skull. She was cold, shivering all the time. If anything tried to attack her, she wouldn't have the strength to fight it off. That scared her. Everything scared her. But it was fading, into a space of simple exhaustion. She was too tired to be scared now. She was walking dead.

The water dripped off of the rocks. Drip. Drip. Avantika was suddenly awake, but her mind only saw the water. Why did she want it so much? Oh, to be warm and wet and feel gentle waves lapping at her body. She lay down in the shallows and felt something not wet beside her. Fur. A wolf. A spark of recognition lit up her frozen mind. "Audra?" She said the obvious, "I'm tired, Audra."

"Speech"