Ouroboros Spine Chaménos

Antigone's dark eyes sharpened at the mention of Sorcha falling ill.

I should have been there. I should have helped her.

The red-hooded yearling could not help but feel that he was cursed with these passing moments of opportunity - capable of helping but never in time. He feared that the girl might be angry with him, angry with the storm that separated them, angry with the empty promises that had been made.

Is she better now? he asked the Moonwoman in a strained voice. Sorcha must have recovered, to travel back to her home pack. What can I do to assist your pack while I wait?