The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Cenric didn't feel the need to answer that question. They were at an all time low. Wasn't that obvious? He wouldn't try to dig for any good feeling right now. Instead of answering he just raised a brow and frowned. That was telling enough.

Yes. He had been too busy tracking down his siblings to care about his injuries. Now that he had found one, he was beginning to come back to his senses. Water sounded very inviting right now. He was eager to wash this disgusting ash off. And we’ll rest by the water for the rest of the day.

Out of the two of them he seemed to be the one in better shape, so he offered his sister a shoulder to rest on. Before he took a step forward, someone called out to the pair. He knew that voice and that face from anywhere.

Fréobearn, he said when she closed in on them. I haven’t.