Noctisardor Bypass talking to the moon

etienne's suggestion drew a sharp intake of breath from heda, who had not even believed that there could be another way for this to go. a spark of hope caught fire, fed by the kindling of her faith. days or weeks, passed by bites, not the wound.
heda was in the hold of a powerful dread, and it deepened as druid rose and moved away from she and etienne, her pain and anguish quite clear.
despite herself, heda took a step forward, her own eyes brimming, the ghost of a sob on her lips.
her arms ached to hold druid, for she didn't know now if the last time would truly be the last. and when her sister spoke of death, heda's choked sounds filtered in the fallen light.
"if — if something happens, you'll be buried here, druid, i promise."
her voice cracked, broke.