Nova Peak If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet

It wasn't as easy as it sounded to wash her hands of the affair. Exhaustion was quick to claim her and drag her into a fitful sleep, but it was far from peaceful. She relived it in her dreams, only Umbra plucked both her eyes from the sockets and threw them over the cliff, laughing and jeering while Sunhawk danced obscenely around her—

Wuh? she gasped when Mahler touched the side of her face, startling awake with a jolt. She turned to face him before her brain fully surfaced from the dream, revealing the messy remains of what was her eye. Her mind chugged sluggishly along and screeched, don't let him see, don't let him see, he'll hate you, you're disgusting now, much too slow for her to hide it from him. Nevertheless, she turned her face quickly away from him and half-heartedly hoped he hadn't noticed.

Pah. Impossible. Bitch was still there, she said, folding back her ears and stubbornly hoping he wouldn't insist on seeing her ruined face.