Golden Glade as embers dress the sky

Rannoch crushed his daughter, but he did so gently.

And Eshe suddenly felt like she was being suffocated with a very soft, breathable pillow.

"Okay," she huffed, having obviously known her plea was a last-ditch effort at something impossible. Her enthusiasm had deflated into the negatives, but she still wanted to be around her Papa. No present amount of childhood trauma was going to change that. "But are you sure they're the same ones? Because we came really, really far from Lost Creek, and flowers don't walk... so it's impossible, right?"

She'd just learned the word "impossible" and was determined to use it as often and as dramatically as possible.