Liza’s eyes were wide with panic as she looked from Juliette to the pregnant woman. “H-help” she squeaked out as the tears finally broke through her eyes mixing with the blood that already stained her cheeks. “I DON’T WANT TO DIE” she quietly yelled out. The crack echoed in her head with a resounding almost deafening finality. “I don’t want to die” she repeated as she tried to wriggle a little out of the hags grip – who cared if she came away with a chunk of hair and scalp. She needed to move.

Needed to get out.

She needed to see her friends again and not, not be dead. The small brunette thrust her arm back and tried to prod at Madam Hildegard’s eyes as she kept dragging her toward the caravan. “I’m not going, I’m not” she snapped again as she tried scraping and clawing at her face. “stop dragging me with you ... if you let me go I’ll tell people you’re great with children” sure, sure she could have been lying but right now she would do anything to save her well, brains...life – everything. Her mind wasn’t as fast as it normally would be what with the pain dulling the speed, ”I’ll even write up a job listing for you as a baby sitter” she offered her eyes flicking to Juliette. Pleading her to come up with ideas as well.

Anything.

“I’ll make sure no one knows you’re a hag – even write testimonials so people leave their kids with you – you could say a potion accident made your skin green. People would believe it. They believe me.” she was sure of course that this was probably not going to work but she had to come up with ideas – even if they didn’t work. Her nails still working to find purchase in her eyes.