“I can’t do this...”

“I... I can’t do this...”

You look at her and you realize she is right. She cannot go on like this, she is too weak, you got a chance to hunt before your mission, she needs one too. You smile.

“Fancy anything in particular?”

Something lights up in Debra’s hungry eyes, a malice you have not seen in years. She has the same look she had when you were children and that she was about to do something silly, foolish and dangerous and that she was inviting you to participate. That same look that was behind your nickname: the restless sisters. A wave of sisterly love invades you, a wave that crashes against the the cliffs of the reverence you now carry for your Mistress. And as any wave against a cliff it recedes slowly.

“Well, now that you mention it...” she answers.