She picked out fresh towels, a bowl of fresh water, the new herb-roots she collected the day before. Then, she turned and ran back to the dungeon.
Danika hasn't moved an inch from the ground she laid. Baski walked closer to her, "Your child is a strong fighter, Danika. I gave up...knowing how bad the collar-shock is, but this baby might still be in there. It's been hours, you should have lost so much blood but look at you..." Her voice filled with awe.
"It doesn't matter, Baski..."
"It does! Oh, have a little faith, Danika." Baski sat down and pushed Danika until she rolled around facing her.
Danika's eyes was red and swollen, her face like a person who's been crying for long. "It has nothing to do...with f-faith, Baski. You saw the King, right?"
"I saw him. How couldn't I? He shattered before my very eyes."
Danika's eyes slid tightly shut, as if the knowledge hurts like hell. Maybe it does.