Loka fidgeted under the sudden scrutiny.  There was no elegant way to tell him.  She would have to be subtle.  

She struggled hopelessly with the notion for a few valiant seconds before it burst out of her in an explosive sigh.

"The moon turned," she explained, impatiently, "It was bleeding.  The womb was bleeding!  I can tell the difference!"

She walked in a tight, agitated circle, gesturing, wet bracken cracking underfoot.  "I did not understand earlier because there was so much.  But it was all over the road, where the bodies were."  She made a vague motion with both hands in the direction of the muddy track.  "Everywhere.  ...Perhaps that is why it was in such a bad mood."

She sighed again, long and plaintive in the murky dawn.

"...I do not know how to make you understand how I know, when your life is the murder of those who see as I do.  You call it witchcraft, but it is so much more than this.  I feel things.  I am close to a God.  A [i]real[/i] God.  Not an empty house built over a prison.  How [i]could[/i] I see things as others do?  

"So yes, I taste love and hate and see perfume on the air, and felt the madness boiling inside that... [i]thing[/i].  Being near it hurt.  It hurt!" She almost shouted it at the gore-stained head, as though it might wake up and apologize, "But this, it showed me how to make myself painful to it, too.  I knew how to call to it, in a voice it could not tolerate.  So I did.  And it worked."  She folded her arms around herself, shrugging with a creak of wet leather. "It seemed like a much better idea before it worked.  If I were stronger, and had nicer clothes, I could show you more."

She ran her gloved hand down her cheek, staring at the monstrous severed head through the dim half-light.  "...Please do not threaten to cut anything else off." she added, quietly.

She pushed on without waiting for a response, crunching toward the edge of the wood, but paused at the brink of the embankment and looked back, resting one hand on a slanted birch.

"...Why did you [i]talk[/i] to it?"