Otatso Wetlands 40 nights to sit and listen to that midnight train to memphis

She had just gotten around to thinking - What will I do on my own? - when the man's voice broke through her despair. She remembered that she was not alone, and turned wide, blue eyes on her rescuer with thanks on the tip of her tongue. It was then, though, that she recognized him. "You're - Aditya," she recalled, floundering for a moment before recalling his name. She remembered that she'd been Hydra, that day. "Thank you for your help," she added, beginning to feel embarrassed as the mortal terror drained from her body, leaving some kind of jelly-like substance behind.

Alya wobbled, but she was an Ostrega, and a dangerous one, at that. Ultimately, she was able to hobble along with him, although it was slow and painful going.

"I thought you lived on the other side of the mountains," she commented, noticing the diretion they were headed. He smelled different now than he had in those days. Maybe the Redhawks were not the only ones that'd cleared out.