Stone Circle Hey, hope this call didn't wake you

Tauris's voice drifted to her, hollowed and wavering. Vale's voice died within her throat as her friend met her with a haunted expression. Blood running cold, Vale's mouth slackened. Golden eyes darting between silver. No words leavings her lips as her mind spun.

What do you say to a child when their parent is gravely ill?

Ears splaying, she moved to embrace the nornir, should she allow it. Collecting herself in the breaths that followed, Vale brought herself to answer, I don't know. I really wish I did.

Lump forming in her throat, she swallowed before it could choke her. I think only he knows what can be said.