Ravenshook Cliffs stage 4: depression (m)

No, it's not, she replied, barely forcing the words past the aching thrill she felt at his saying her name for the first time in. . .how long?!

The way he said it—it felt right.

She moved to sit by him, positioning herself alongside the intact eye, so she'd sit in vision and not darkness. All the while expecting him to bolt as he had in the alpine forest.

Life's not been fair to us, Maegi continued, shrugging. Probably why we made such a good match.

And a bad one, forbye. Broken children; drugged-out misfits. A miracle they'd even found each other—but were they better off for it?

Didn't matter now. It was done.