Redsand Canyon The Grey

“I even got out of bed…” The words stirred an old, aching memory for Towhee. She had collapsed beside Tailfeather Creek for who knew how many days following her miscarriage, losing all sense of time. She had pulled herself together eventually, just as Alys—Khalys, now—was doing. Yes, she certainly empathized.

Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like me to find you something to eat? the Praefectus offered as Khalys sat up, orange eyes moving from head to toes, then up to her face again. You should eat something, she said a little more decisively, though she waited for an answer.