Dragoncrest Cliffs Till my dying day

maybe @Jorunn? I don't think we've had one!

When Rosalyn returned, she was disoriented. Her initial rest brought some measure of clarity with it, but it didn't return the knowledge of Val to her. Nor did it fix the sense of unease that seemed to have pervaded along with his arrival. The inconsistencies were getting harder and harder to ignore, the more glaring and alarming they became. This one was the worst by far.

She carried it with her away from the den and to the shore, where she settled down, hoping the waves would help her to sleep better. Instead they brought her a nightmare.

She dreamed of Raleska. Her daughter, broken and bloody, staring at her with accusing and long-dead eyes. There were no words, but when she woke with a small cry, she remembered. Valravn. He had been hers. How could she forget?!

She should find him and apologize. Rosalyn shook with the memory of those eyes and the guilt that threatened to overwhelm her, but she didn't get up just yet to do so. She had no idea how to even begin confessing to this. There was no way to explain, it seemed, that would not destroy her.