"Yes..." she said... "I need a catholic priest..." Her eyes closed and her head tilted down. Her lips trembled ever so slightly, but it would be hard to miss that she looked... defeated. Her chest started to rise and fall rapidly and she choked a little. Then she sobbed the kind of sob that would wrench somebody's heart out and curbstomp it brutally. Then she croaked out, "I am sorry," and started to stumble up toward the path that would take her to the top of the cliff, she was biting her knuckle on one hand while the other touched rock to help keep her stable.

She wheezed as she made her way up the hill, her hand dropping to her belly to rub at it. She stopped walking to breathe.