I think I thought I saw you try

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Isuma and Fangorn seemed to crowd in on her from either side; and she was immediately suspicious of their attempts of guardianship. It’d only been a minor wound, nothing even remotely serious – but she did reach down to pat them both, before they moved on and on, roaming into the twist and turns of sunlight, of fallen leaves, whispers of decay amidst the beauty. Then there was pieces of fur and blood; and the festering, withering requiems dancing in her head were real – crouching down to inspect Jigano’s exploration, the hackles, the warning, her stare flicking over the particles of demise. She raised her brow at the fox, but wisely said nothing, following intricate movements and motions, embodying a huntress instead of the wayfaring spirit, the traversing sprite, the rapturous, ravenous fey; led to a clearing, to a house. It appeared abandoned, nothing roaming within its outer sanction, nothing revealing significant signs of life: maybe another taken during LongNight’s reign, or simply moved on, basking in the glow of another haven, another sanctuary. This safety net had lost its touch though, shutters loosened and barely hanging on – her eyes narrowing at the paw print though, laden and massive amidst a world once inhabited by herbs and flowers. “I’ve heard this tale before,” she whispered, ducking down to inspect, to provide humor and light and mirth where it likely didn’t belong; and all the while, maneuvering her bow in place, stretching her arm to retrieve an arrow from quiver, notching it along her weapon. “Grandma, what big ears you have,” she murmured, nearly a singsong, nearly inaudible, fervent, ready, eager when Jigano was. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe