Swiftcurrent Creek there's something in the static

She held the woman close, supporting the weight that’d fallen into her. “It’s going to be okay,” she said, shushing every so often and rocking in sync. “You’re home—you’re safe now.” Her heart broke all over again; their wounds were intricate, some invisible. “Arrics with Mae and the baby, and ,” her voice cracked unexpectedly, and tears pricked her eyes, “They’re going to get help—they’re going to be okay.” Did she believe that? Or was she just saying it? She wasn’t sure.

There was a sound and scent that drew both of their attention, and Eshe turned to look over her shoulder as Wren called for Silver. It was a gift from above—the very person who could break through all the noise.

“Silvertongue,” she called, desperation and urgency in her voice. “Please—Wren needs you.” Her voice faltered; she couldn’t leave, but she needed to if they weren’t heard.