Qeya River četiri

he lost his own son, too. yet he had been shouldered the responsibility to sit here and wait. her features grew cool, not for an unkindness but for the awareness of all these things he had to juggle.

but what exactly could the two of them do? no leadership home, no one else to send out in search parties. she might have offered herself but how could she leave him now?

i am glad i came to see you, she told him softly now. that you share your feelings with me. his emotions felt palpable and she might have devoured them whole, if only to take it on herself. i came to find you, to show you something. now i fear you would think i am not working hard like you. there was a sad humor lining her voice.