Farrow
"I've seen a dead body," Farrow said suddenly, clapping her hands over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips. She hadn't spoken to anyone about her mother's death, except for the bent over old man who had watched as Farrow herself dug and buried the body just under a giant oak tree near their house. He had said he was some sort of holy man, which Farrow doubted, but the company had been nice and necessary for Farrow in that one moment.
I-I mean, I can tell you about it, if you want?" Farrow suddenly wondered if her own limited experience would even be interesting to the child in front of her. She was obviously much smarter than Farrow originally believed, but going around digging in ancient places never ended well for people like her- for humans in general. "I know it won't be quite the same, but then you wouldn't have to spend so much time digging, and maybe, if you would like, I can take you back to my home and make something warm for you to drink, hmm?"
I-I mean, I can tell you about it, if you want?" Farrow suddenly wondered if her own limited experience would even be interesting to the child in front of her. She was obviously much smarter than Farrow originally believed, but going around digging in ancient places never ended well for people like her- for humans in general. "I know it won't be quite the same, but then you wouldn't have to spend so much time digging, and maybe, if you would like, I can take you back to my home and make something warm for you to drink, hmm?"
When in doubt, use nettles
