Raven's Watch Dawnthief

She could feel her stiff, sullen spirit begin to shift and pull in a direction away from darkness. She could've lie there beneath that bare, frosty tree until her death, and not thought about a life beyond the sea. Tagg finding her huddled there was beginning to feel less like coincidental curiosity, and more like Fate.

Diane breathed in quiet relief. The ocean was only visible at a distance, and only from the high reaches. She had never been on any mountain before, and looking over her shoulder at the massive peaks behind her only intimidated her further. But this trepidation did not quell the burning desire to escape. To be supported. To live.

When she looked back at Tagg, he was gazing at her, wondering before asking. Diane ignored the emotional pain his question elicited, turning her stomach into knots. She knew what she wanted to say, but instead she could only heave out her most recent opinion of the sea, as deplorable as it felt to feel it. "I am deathly afraid of it."