Ravensblood Forest there is a light that turns on when you’re feeling alone

When Kekoa spoke, Pie’s wide eyes swung to him momentarily. Now that Alaric was here, he planned to leave. She didn’t have the bandwidth to remind him of her headache and beg for any help he could offer. She said nothing as he turned his attention elsewhere and trotted away, staring after him for only a beat before returning her frantic gaze to her companion.

He seemed concerned about her, though not for himself. Tiuttuk just stared at him, still trying to make sense of what she was seeing… that was, until a blast of pain shot through her head and she staggered on her feet. When a second arced through her skull, she cried out and sank onto a hip, pawing at her face as if that might somehow soothe the pain that was as excruciating as it was inexplicable.

Alaric, she moaned in a voice gone thready. Something’s—something’s very wrong with…

She meant to say “me,” though her words died in her throat as the yearling’s chin suddenly dipped toward her chest. Half a second after that, she tipped forward and sprawled at Alaric’s feet, mostly unconscious. With what was left of her awareness, she groaned and curled into the fetal position, as if trying to protect herself from some threat. But the call was coming from inside the house.

When the agony subsided some and Pie could gather her wits a little, she tried to look up at Alaric as she croaked, Is this—are we in Bramblepoint?