look at how my tears ricochet

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Sohalia might put two and two together once Vox’s broadcast came out, but for now, she was blissfully ignorant that one of their party had died as a result of their battle with the yeti. Perhaps for now she simply believed that Zavien had been injured much the same as she had been - albeit with less magic to aid in his recovery. When he said he was doing better, she took it at face value, nodding solemnly. ”I’m glad,” she said, sincerity in every line of her face.

When he returned her question, though, her face shuttered, her eyes falling to her lap, where her hands twisted into fists. ”I’ve been better,” she admitted, forcing herself to breathe. If Zavien was to be on her council, when - if - she ever retook Stormbreak, she owed it to him to be honest, at least. ”I can’t sleep,” she confided quietly, her voice shaking. ”I keep reliving the fight.”

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning