Permafrost Hollows I cannot stay where nature's embrace is lost

her voice is garbling as she halts his attempt to reach down, knowing full well his body would plummet, too. that wouldn’t be good for anyone, would it? he takes a step back, ears flickering toward the stranger—
wait.
he knows that voice. a flicker of nostalgia rolls over him in waves. he knows it. he knows it. help your woman, help your woman!
he turns, sharp and abrupt, facing the man from blackmarch.
blackfell, he breathes, a glint of a smile rolling over his features. how he had grown into the male his father was, stature embraced. faust is plagued then with satori’s clumsiness.
will you help me get her? he asks, urgency overruling the damnation. i will be in your debt, brother—
whatever it takes.