Evie
For you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky
You're made of memories you bury
You're made of memories you bury
With Micah safe at home just in case any other harm comes to Halo, Evie has nobody to look out for her or alert her of any companions, and her exhaustion is a cloud that keeps her senses dulled. As such, Alys' arrival makes her jump, though she doesn't have the energy for more than a jerk of her head and shoulders followed by the sag of relief to discover it's only her friend.
Turning, Evie spares a chagrined grin and reaches for the flask, properly chastised. "Thank you," she murmurs before tilting the flask back, taking a few long swallows before handing it back, careful not to take too much. "I'm trying to control the erosion and mark a path through the mud for anyone coming from other lands," she explains, taking a moment and the slight refreshment from the water to use her magic on herself, healing fatigue and scraped hands alike from hours of toiling away. It chips away at her faltering stamina ever more, but there's nothing to be done about that.
"How are you holding up?" Evie swipes away one of many strands of hair stuck to her clammy forehead, unable to stop being more concerned for others. These are her people, even if not everyone is close enough to be called a friend the way Alys is. She has to know how she can help, what more she can do, even if what she can do dwindles by the hour.
Turning, Evie spares a chagrined grin and reaches for the flask, properly chastised. "Thank you," she murmurs before tilting the flask back, taking a few long swallows before handing it back, careful not to take too much. "I'm trying to control the erosion and mark a path through the mud for anyone coming from other lands," she explains, taking a moment and the slight refreshment from the water to use her magic on herself, healing fatigue and scraped hands alike from hours of toiling away. It chips away at her faltering stamina ever more, but there's nothing to be done about that.
"How are you holding up?" Evie swipes away one of many strands of hair stuck to her clammy forehead, unable to stop being more concerned for others. These are her people, even if not everyone is close enough to be called a friend the way Alys is. She has to know how she can help, what more she can do, even if what she can do dwindles by the hour.
Or memories you live by
