The Sentinels [m] tivat

Sanja ran.

It was the best and the worst feeling in the world, awakening her senses. Making her feel small as the din of battle faded behind; childish, almost. She could fight her own battles every other time, she thought. At the same time she chased Slavuj and saw him as a savior.

They found the blackwood. She was out of breath in a good way, crowding up against him greedily; he spoke but she didn't listen, wouldn't have understood anyway. Thankful, thrilled, in-debt.