Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] there's no more searching for answers

her gaze lifted as maleah rose. the nightcloaked healer was here right next to miette, but her eyes looked glazed and far away.

she dutifully followed as maleah stumbled to glintwater.

sitting along the bank, miette splashed at the water for what felt a long time; would maleah ever stop drinking?

but finally, she rose. miette lagged behind her, studying the shaky quality of her limbs. a kernel of knowledge was stored that day; how much she’d eaten, and how long it took for malady to set in.

a spluttering laugh followed a fitful cough. maleah sounded strange; her voice had a quality to it miette had never heard before. prompted to look at her feet, miette scoffed. my feet ain’t weird! she peered down at each toe, brows furrowed. mebbe it’s your face dat’s weird.