Duskfire Glacier And the walls keep tumbling down

Tuwawi convinced herself of the lie that all would be well - for not even she could anticipate the waves of despair that would soon wrack her again. However, for the time being the Sveijarn experienced a small ray of peace in her friend's presence. "Njal's gone," she muttered abruptly, eyes drifting towards the snow. Her voice was flat and lacked the same emotion as before. Perhaps it was more a statement of confession than anything. A admittance.

Steeled eyes found Malachi once more, "and I don't think he's coming back." Her voice faded to almost a whisper and her eyes burned with the desire to water. Yet, her expression was sedentary in the face of adversity. It was all she could do to bear the weight.

"Have you seen my daughter? Maera?" Tuwawi hiccuped, changing the conversation's direction less she feared a breakdown.