the whole world ran for cover

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

Melita had been hoping no one was around, truthfully. Witnessing another’s tumultuous emotions was not on her agenda today, especially when her own were such a mixed, mercurial conflagration, daring between victorious edges and a long line of defeated fringes. So she grimaced, inwardly, as she heard Alys approach, closing her eyes for a moment and steeling herself for something. Rage, maybe. Anger was easier for her to understand and be consumed by, than the overbearing mourning portions of sadness.

She gently carried the bundle and stayed stock still with it, glancing down at the cloth, and then back to the Abandoned. “Oh, um. I brought back your companion.” Wondering now if that was too harsh, and it would’ve been so much easier to simply place him down and run for the hills, she realized it was far too late for those options now anyway. “I thought you might want to um…bury him or - ,” whatever ritual she followed, she guessed. “If you don’t though, I can take him somewhere else.”

Pausing, and unsure of what else to add, she simply utilized information she could share. "The Tundra has been cleansed, and Zavien's alive again. My uncle saved him."