((Continuation from Prompt: The More They Stay The Same))
The pounding pressure against her mind was completely gone.
She felt wildly giddy, but at the same time, ready to run to the edge of the island and heave her stomach over the side.
It was over.
And Mother Tree! She could go to her homeland. To her home in the Reach. To her family on the Jester airship.
But before she went home, she would return to the golden Exalted city. They could help teach her to heal others and be strong.
Mordremoth was dead. He would never be able to use her again.
No one else would, either.
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