Fairspell Meadow there is no pain; you are receding

He seemed just as apprehensive as she felt. It was no wonder. The memories that lurked just beyond those trees— Plenty of good, but perhaps doubly bad. How could one place make her feel so strongly? Nowhere else on earth affected her like Blackfeather Woods.

I can't go any further, Maegi murmured, lifting her head and pulling back to look at Mou. Beyond the physical pain, the emotional strife of past days had worn her down. She might be able to drag herself to the woods, but beyond?

And it was too cold to stay out here. Not if they huddled close. . . But Sobek—

Sobek. The name lanced through her, an arrow to the heart; she winced as if the loss was felt anew. He'd frozen to death out here. And now two more children. . .borne of her and of Mou. . .likely burnt to a crisp;

Nowhere was safe. Nowhere could she escape her utter failures at motherhood.

We don't have to stay for long, she reasoned. Just for a little while. Just to get our strength up.

And then what? And then where? 

They were chasing ghosts (or were ghosts chasing them?).