Voice was quick to response, roaringwith a defense she hadn’t needed. Thequestion was innocent enough, but anyinquiry into whether or not she was strongenough to keep going was subject to beingshut down in an instant.
Admitting that she hadn’t fed in a day wouldbe to admit, aloud, that there was someoneshe’d given herself to. Someone she hadpromised herself to, health && all. It didn’tmatter that going another day like this wouldlikely cause her insides to dissolve, to turn intoblackened waste that she would spew –vomiting up her own innards. It didn’t matterthat her cheeks had started to hollow, or thatthe muscles on her limbs had started to recedeimmensely.
She would rather choke on her tarred organs than break her vow.
“Just… let me rest a moment, little bird. Thenwe shall keep going. I swear it.”