I'm three steps from the edge, woah
Don't push me over it
Don't you know, don't you know

Every girl is capable of murder, if you hurt her
Watch out you don't push me any further, any further
You're not the only one walking 'round with a loaded gun
This little girl is capable of murder, cause you hurt her

My hands are clean, not yet a killer
Ain't I your queen?
And did you tell her?
Cause you broke down all my shoulda known betters
And then I followed you home, throwin' sticks and stones

-- This Little Girl, Cady Groves

I just wanted to draw Relly again .-.
Because after I was editing the chapters of the story I just wanted to draw Relly healing after a fight, a needle and threat makes itself out of the blood of the freshly fought and sews the seams together again.