Dragoncrest Cliffs There's always thunder in August

Something was very wrong here. Thus far, any mental slips Rosalyn made in Sobo's presence were small things that were easily explained away. Sometimes she forgot the names of long-gone companions when she told stories about them. Sometimes it took her some time to recall the names of places she once visited. Nothing to trigger any amount of concern. Everyone forgot things now and again, and Rosalyn had lived a long and storied life.

This was not like those instances at all. He watched Rosalyn looking around as though she did not recognize where she was, even though moments before she had led him here with such purpose, and he was afraid right down into his marrow. It was so poignant he could not even meet her eye for a long moment. The new clarity and confusion there was terrifying.

Eventually, he summoned back his courage. Mamá, he said again. His voice shook. Are ya sick?