Luneshale Pass I'll meet judgment by the hounds

Disa had never met Leto, but it was obvious who Delos belonged to when the pale mother apeared at the stream. Disa shifted where she sat, hiding her wound, but did not leave the water. She was feeling woozy, and the feel of cool, flat rocks was the only thing anchoring her to consciousness.

"Disa," she offered, "And you're Leto. Delos' mother." The crispy kid. "Soto sent me to find a healer.."

She relayed what Alaric had told her. Albinism. Congenital. Burns in the sun. Furs and mud to shield him, aloe to soothe his red skin. That he could have a good life, if the condition was managed. "But you should leave the desert," Disa finished, her voice gravelly. She stooped to drink, swiping her tongue over her lips when she looked back up at Leto. "Unless you and Soto.. or Kemal?" If so, neither of their genes had come to play in Delos.