Mount Everfall To bring the pieces back together.

Camilla's voice crackled like the dying embers of a fire, and when her weeping call faded there was a stillness. A calm, descending and overwhelming, while she waited for the end — her end —

But there came a crashing, shaking, violent conflagration that roused her from her stupor; she stared at the dirt at first, ears slicked, until the sounds drew closer and the quiet moment became something different — panicked, but without the capacity to react properly, Camilla could barely stand before she was falling again, feeling a body collide with her's.

She thought she'd feel teeth next; she thought the angry giant of a man had found her and certainly, his rage would consume her. Instead of teeth there was tenderness. His scent hit her first but didn't register immediately; her eyelids fluttering, breath hitching in her chest, until she drew back from his touch and got a good look.

Phox— but he was — he was — Y-you're okay, she gasped in awe, and burrowed against him greedily.