I swallow when I see her, the bite speeded all down her back, and she weakly opens her eyes, not looking at me but sensing we're here, "I can't fight it," She whispers, "I-It hurts..."
Not sure what to say, I look back at Jag, "What has she been doing?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them. — J.K. Rowling