Bearclaw Valley i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day

"w-wait. what? what?"
but she was gone. ancelin hurried forward a few steps, then stopped.
she was gone. she was dying.
tell them about ibis. about lilitu.
tell them about me.
"okay," he whispered hoarsely to empty air.
it wasn't okay. not what was happening to her. it wasn't an abandonment. but it was a loss.
it took him some time to go home.