Spare Ribs

Change things how?

Wren wanted to ask but was slightly afraid of the answer. Medusa seemed so serious at the moment. She couldn't blame her. As a slave, she had no freedom. It stood to reason Medusa would want to challenge for freedom. She only hoped this would not set off a chain reaction of some type.

"Good luck."

She said instead, bowing her head. Wren told her she believed in Medusa. It was rude to back out now, but it was also still true. Wren did believe in her. She hoped to the gods, that whoever was watching, would look kindly down on the feral woman. Everyone needed an extra set of eyes.

And heart. / fade end

"Speech"