[Despite her body not working as it should, Meredith was starting to explore. She wasn't going to be held back by a mineral. Thus far she'd counted herself lucky that she hadn't had to deal with the apostate.

Hearing shouting coming from up ahead, echoing through the trees, Meredith drew her blade and moved forward in time to see the shouter casting ice back. Of course. It couldn't have been someone she wanted to help, or even someone who deserved help. It had to be a creature that would just as likely attack her as him, provoked by the apostate.]

You stole its cub.

[There were times she wasn't quite sure how the apostate had lived so long. Now was one of them. She readied her blade as the creature moved forward, risking one befuddled look at the apostate first.]

Do you actually think about things before you do them, or do you simply act and then watch to see how everything explodes?