She is one of the first to help Talyson, though she has been in the Infirmary in most of the immediate aftermath. Healing until she has no energy or magic left, and fading into oblivion in fits and starts until she is needed once more. Only departing from the triage frontlines for good upon Deimos’ return, they are awarded scant few hours of rest before…this.
She doesn’t cry, if only because she is far too used to this. So many LongNights spent seeking out the dead in the wan light of dawn has left her numb to this kind of loss. But Evie is not without compassion, support. She helps wherever she can. Lending magic, helping hands, a supportive ear. Anything her people ask of her is given. She gives and gives, and does not think once of what will happen when she has nothing more to share.
The question of Alex is met with a mute shake of her head, and she doesn’t chide herself for letting her feet wander, drawing her inexorably back towards Deimos’ side to preside over the mass pyre. Eyes dry, but heart numb with pain.
She doesn’t cry, if only because she is far too used to this. So many LongNights spent seeking out the dead in the wan light of dawn has left her numb to this kind of loss. But Evie is not without compassion, support. She helps wherever she can. Lending magic, helping hands, a supportive ear. Anything her people ask of her is given. She gives and gives, and does not think once of what will happen when she has nothing more to share.
The question of Alex is met with a mute shake of her head, and she doesn’t chide herself for letting her feet wander, drawing her inexorably back towards Deimos’ side to preside over the mass pyre. Eyes dry, but heart numb with pain.
