Silvertip Mountain Did you find something?

A heavy sigh echoed from Andalusia. Of course, Sebastian was right. With nothing to follow and no tracks in sight, they'd done everything in their power to search out the girls. That they hadn't found them was no fault of their own. But the situation was beyond her control and her ability to fix, and this understanding fueled her frustration.

Her friend prevented her from dwelling on this. His question pricked her chest with heat and she ran her tongue across her teeth. "No." She said, and paused, only to follow with a slow and careful, "Kind of." She breathed a deep breath, and let the air out through her nose. "His name was Adrien." A name that now felt funny on her tongue, and that brought the feeling of flying and like she would she would throw up all the same. A grimace of a smile twitched on her lips - one that seemed to wish it might rather be a frown. "Or is, I suppose." She didn't know how much to share, or how much Sebastian wanted to hear, but she left herself open. The pain he shared - and everything they'd gone through - made telling him feel almost right.