We Need You To Mate

This was even more confusing than ever. What does the woman mean by she was one of them? Was she attuning to the fact that she's a bad blood? Dahlia suddenly remembered how the witches held the badblood in high esteem and she couldn't but gulp. Their definition of high esteem was placing them at the battlefront. 

"Stop!" Dahlia shouted when she came near her and the woman did as she commanded surprisingly. She licked her lower lips, "What do you want from me?" 

"For you to eat and rest your head. You don't know how long we have been waiting for you." 

"For me?" Dahlia gulped, having an intuition that she was about to refer to the prophecy. 

"The garment was rent in two." The goddess said, smiling even though that didn't make sense at all, "I believe that you are the one that we've been waiting for, child"