Haunted Wood He said that you should tremble 'till he chose his hour.

Adrenaline surged through Reyes as he sought shelter. He needed to calm down and to think, but he couldn't do either of those things. He felt like he would be sick - knowing that Sorana was being held captive from him in the caldera, poisoned against him by her mother the same way Towhee had poisoned his other daughters; he was full of disjointed emotions over it. Anger, despair, desperate love, even regret — he was a mess.

What was the point of anything if he couldn't see Sorana? How dare Teya take this from him, this one thing he needed, his one solace while he toiled for the pharaoh. She didn't know what he'd been through and to Reyes that part didn't matter; but she was denying him, again and again, denying him.

He worked out some of his rage on the forest floor: clearing branches, fashioning some kind of nest, almost, and digging in to the frozen ground until he'd made some space for himself; and afterwards, Reyes was too amped up by the work and his emotions to do much else beyond obsess.