Noctisardor Bypass And emptiness is all you know.

kukutux. injured. he did not know the name, but he did know the latter.
wylla.
a swallow thrummed along the column of his throat. "i vas injured in vone of those sorts of fights only had by foolish men. it opened the old injuries from the peak near the coast," when he had fought savagely with the dark and maddened sea-woman.
and then a sickness,
and now a cough that would not abate.
he studied ciri's face for a gentle moment, wanting so much to ask again after where she had gone, with this hunting party of wolves who had been kind to her.
mahler had given up hope upon hearing of moonspear's demise.