Redhawk Caldera Don't don't bother Luke.

She felt overwhelmingly guilty for breaking down, for adding more to their plate. Another mouth to feed. She'd felt like a burden for. . .how long, now? Why couldn't she just be of use to someone, to somewhere?

After a long, warm embrace—one she'd needed desperately—she stepped away and smiled faintly.

Sorry, Lilitu replied, her voice faint and nose clogged with snot. She inhaled hard through her nostrils, trying to collect herself. It's. . .a long story. And Akashingo was nice enough. But I'm just happy to be back.

If only they all were. Perhaps she'd go to the fen soon, visit her mother's and Wraen's graves.

She canted her head. How are things here? she inquired, after clearing the rest of the phlegm from her throat.