Redtail Rise the thousand-and-second tale of scheherazade

goodh, she quickly replies upon hearing his first word, before waiting for the rest. but she does listen, and finds herself sagging in relief. no more fanatics. no more lunatics.

my fa—merrick believe in bear godh, Avicus explains. he wa' madh. i canna' have madnehh' here.

but she does mourn. Avicus curls against Prophet, feeling exhaustion and nausea and grief pull at her all at once, dragging her into another nightmare-riddled sleep. she struggles to keep her eyes open, her body alert.

malaise. and she doesn't know it for what it truly is.