Bearclaw Valley one who is already beyond life himself

        leila. night. touched by the kindness of the kind medic, merrick observed evien with a more pleasant expression. "a little is a lot for her." so she was not alone when he was away pursuing his selfish interests 
        she had evien. his ragged lips parted in a boyish grin. "i like that. she has always made the nights less haunted." the raven turned the shadows to flesh and blood, filling her witch with the strength to face them.
"i think that — because she trusts you — and ico. he ran ... away" merrick struggled to drag himself back to the present and refocus. 
"you've been here for everything, you know."