Seaside Moors echèk

the sea roared on behind them until it became nothing but sharp static. the moors are empty and cold. mireille only grew more frantic, and for someone so typically sure of herself, at once the beryl felt a shattering helplessness.
come here, she felt herself speak, even if she did not hear it. sit for a minute. you should take a break. you're gonna wear yourself thin.
with them she had taken only the most necessary of first aid herbs, in case they came across the worst; and in this moment she wished desperately she had more. something, anything to ease mireille's despair in ways that maleah herself could not.