"Is it not good to be fat?" She didn't really understand Orc's reaction. She herself longed to be more filled out than what she was. "At home, if you were rich, you could be fat. I would like to be as rich as that.

She measured her hand against his, before lacing her fingers through. She had never felt such soft skin before: it felt nice, warm... a little bit safe almost.

"There is no sense in drinking to the death, you know? If you want to die, a knife is the best way. I was going to drown myself once, you know. It was so cold, I didn't think I could stand another day outside. But... no. It was too cold, and I knew my Pa would be cross with me if I failed it. So I didn't. But that is a better way as well, than drink."