
“I use a neem twigs and Miswak sticks-
it’s all very good for you- why do you ask?”

Pain!
She’s not afraid of Death but rather the suffering
of and other things causing suffering upon others,
she can’t fully comprehend why anyone would
put themselves through physical pain and certainly
doesn’t understand why anyone would inflict pain
onto someone else.
To my understanding Dakota would have nightmares
of torture and destruction, she’s not afraid of killing
but is definitely afraid of suffering and I imagine she
would have an incredibly low pain tolerance.
I think this would also mean if she witness’ somebody
suffering she’d be afraid but eager to try helping.
Knowing someone else has been suffering would probably hurt
her more than being put through physical pain herself.
At the mention of his being a smile
leaps over her features, only to slowly
fade into a pale frown.

“In my heart I am no more than a child
but do you see me spewing such
nonsense as this, medication is made
to cure; that is what it is doing. My
affiliation with Simon does not concern
you nor any other, besides him………..”
TheN that dreaded question. What would
she do? If he put her in danger he put
the f o r e s t in danger too.
"If he does chose to turn back into what
he once was… I will do what I must.”

“I have always found-” she began,
a warm smile already blooming.

“That pebbles are a favourite of mine,
they can fly across the water- then
sink down to the river bed and watch
the fish for years without moving away.
Or, or! They can be swept away into
the ocean, worn down into sand- perhaps
the same pebble that once drew blood
from the sole of your foot could be the
same pebble that makes the sand that
sits atop a sand castle. Isn’t that amazing?”
“Yes. Pebbles are my favourite.”