Well, dafter things have happened. But seriously, a tree? So I asked Nathaniel about this, and he said this tree was given to her by THE FUCKING HUNTER.
OK. I did Psychology in sixth form, and I get that you can be so traumatised by an abuser you think they’re on your side when actually they’re cutting your fucking hair off, but WTF, Aoibh?
A sapling from the Hunter would most probably eat her alive at some point. I do not understand this weird relationship she has with a thing that is obviously a malignant evil. Even if I do dream about him sometimes.
Why was it possible for me to escape, and not her? Did I taste bad or something? Was it my charming feyness?
There must have been some goings-on last night: portcullis kept waking me up. Cristoff needs to discover WD-40 or something.