Off the edge of the map

You gotta have the patience and believe you're gonna make it
Gotta hold on

She sought out his gaze as if she might somehow divine the truth of his words there. Perhaps the suspicion was undue and somewhat beneath her, but times were hard... it was impossible to say who could be trusted anymore. It was difficult for someone like her, who wished to believe the best of everyone she met. After Kisamoa however, Erthë found it difficult to trust anyone at all. Even herself.

Regardless, she nodded in acknowledgment of his advice, knowing it to be a good way to test for poison as well as beneficial effects.

"Why are you carrying around his amulet?" she asked then, frowning at the bay with a look of disgust. "After everything he's done... how can you still hold on to his so called gifts?"

The seaweed he had given her had disappeared sometime between the slaughter - she refused to acknowledge what had occurred as battle - and her reunion with Volterra on this side of the Portal. The little mare was glad, it saved her the trouble of destroying it herself. Nothing of Kisamoa's taint would be allowed near her or her children, not if she had any say in the matter.

Something else seemed to agree with her on this. Even as Erthë spoke, the Moon's purple feather reacted to something on Rikyn's person. From its place in her mane it began to emit a thick, black vapor, dense and choking. Like noxious fingers it trailed on the erratic gusts through the air, as if reaching for the stallion and the tainted artefact he apparently carried.

Startled, Erthë watched it happen with wide eyes, torn between fear and amusement. Even in death the Lady appeared to be with her... it was a soothing thought that offered a great deal of comfort.

I know you're tired of surviving but you gotta keep on trying
Hold on!

@Rikyn