[It was a long walk. Lexa tried to bear her own weight as much as she could but by the time they reached the spot she was pale. The wound had begun to weep again. She should've brought more clothes with her.

The place she had in mind had involved some very discrete weaving out of the city and back towards trigeda land but curving far away from Arcadia, the mountain and even her own clan. It's a small cave, and then deeper in a little door she moves to slide though, holding her breath and fighting dizziness as she does. Inside it's not quite a bunker, perhaps a strange cabin for a long dead hermit, or something built from spare parts by those who came later. But there's a bed, some seats, and a whole lot of old books. A frosted window lets in some sunlight, though it is mostly overgrown.]

Anya and I used to stay here sometimes. No one else knows of it.' and Anya was dead, so there was no one. 'There is good hunting out this way, we will not starve, either.