And Daisy had seen her fight - the intentional brutality, the precision that speaks to skill in the slaughter, the drive onward to go and go and go and pile the mountain of bodies higher. Everything might die. Everyone might die, if she doesn't wear herself out or be stopped.

"If I sense it early enough, there's time to just tie me up, put a guard on me, see if it can't be fought through. But if not..." An exhale, and she finally opens her eyes again. "I'd owe you greatly for it."

It's a lot to ask of someone. But there would be no grudge borne, nothing but unending gratitude that she was allowed her own mind again.