Blackfeather Woods and sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept,

wow sorry hopefully you will never wait like that again

dragged — she did not fight the pain at her nape, not as clearer air rushed her lungs. the mute woman gasped, writhing against the ground as the effect of the spores threatened to haze her more deeply. coughing' not her own. turquoise eyes blinked, their bleariness clearing; relmyna felt her cheek cool against the earth as she searched for damien's visage.
the dark brother hunched nearby, blowing poison from his body — guilt. the priestess' eyes closed and she passed a dry tongue along arid lips; water, water, water. "Ame?" came her cracked inquiry; she still found it within her to marvel at the garbled but recognizable syllable.
struggling to lift her head, the woman sought his scent, the comfort of the melonii's presence. "Ame."
it was enough.