Moonspear Stiffen up that upper lip.

Lilitu——listen to me——isn't your father——can't help—

Slowly, surely, Bridget's voice of reason began to pierce through the anxious, mournful haze that had settled around her. She sniffed, still choking a little on phlegm and sobs, giving a little nod, even as she still stared at the ground.

Okay, Lilitu mumbled. Okay. Okay. We can—g-go. We can go. Let's go.

Like a cat against legs, she pressed herself to the healer briefly, gratefully, then pulled away. She didn't—she couldn't—look at the lonely limb again. All she saw was Akavir here, and all she wanted was to go further up the mountain.

But what if it gets worse up there?

Never mind. All she wanted to do right now was go home. But she couldn't. She had to keep going up. No matter what she saw. No matter what they found.

This sucked.