Emberflame Ridge You carry my fears as the heavens set fire

All at once, it returned.

Disbelief. "No."

Only glimpses. The visions of sitting in that warm den on a cold night, feeling that great pit of distress, seeing the faces of others just her age hanging by as they took quietly in what she could not. Blurs, and yet they were vivid.

Stopped in tracks, looking into the face of who she knew to be– "... Yura?" Her voice melted.

Yuralria ringed. But Yura chimed with holy bells loud enough to chip bone.