"We were happy for a time, in my cottage," Elaine says, rather than answer with her name. "I am your friend."
She catches her breath as the blood begins to flow. Was this what she was trying to show her before? Stripes of agony, and that iron tang of burning flesh in the air?
"Who did this?" she asks, touching Marian's belly, but she means the child she feels stirring inside more than the injuries. She knows about the demon, and she feels a stirring of righteous anger. "He did this? He has lain with you without your consent?"