Emberflame Ridge there's no turning back now

The air was getting colder; Ibis idled a little as she listened to Seamus; her mind was flooded with thoughts of Okeanos and for a few heartbeats her worries took over, filling her brain with images of her brother transformed in to a frost giant who could never leave the north or he'd melt—a silly idea that swiftly transformed in to something idiosyncratic and unbelievable.

—they're okay somewhere. Seamus was saying. There has to be more after this, don't you think? The images of her brother faded from her imagination and she gave a little shrug as a response, unsure of what he meant really. More after what? Did he mean winter? Or was her brother talking about the end of life, and the potential that something came after this moment, right here? Ibis had never thought about anything like that and so she remained oblivious, merely confused.