[h2][color=lightpink]Sherry Birkin[/color][/h2][hr]
There were not many things that could faze Sherry Birkin at this point in her life. It was actually kind of impressive that anything did at all. She had gone through enough that she recovered quite quickly. She stayed in her place on the ground, fingers brushing over the leaves and grass on the surface.

“Yes, I’m fine. And you didn’t offend me. But… what is a Golgotha?” she asked. If she could find out what his understanding was, somewhere within the information he had would give her an answer. Even if she wasn’t quite sure what the question was yet.

She looked at the meat warily. “Is it raw or cooked?” Not that it would kill her either way.