[center][h2] Xanthippe Naberrie [/h2][/center]

Looks off in the direction Becca went. “Not should you have to...” I murmur. I take a moment to steel myself, then with a determined look in my eye, I begin to sit up. There are a series of cracks and pops as the muscles and joints I haven’t used in days are suddenly forced back into motion. It hurts, but I keep going. With effort, I manage to slowly push myself to my feet, swaying unsteadily. “I’m ready to leave this place.”