Redsand Canyon The Grey

Khalys forced a small, wry smile at Towhee's words, then she sighed and nodded, saying, "Yes, I know,  you're right... I just... I have no appetite." A rough swallow, then she forced herself to stand on slightly shaky legs. She was a pitiful sight, for sure. Looking to the older woman, she asked throatily, "How... how long will all this last?" Then, a bitter laugh, "Does grief even have a timeframe?" How long would she have to endure this vast emptiness within?