before the dawn

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back "What in Vi's beard- Ronin? Remi?." It's only by luck that Amalia finds them, that she's still here at all. The cry of frantic luxeres had kept her at the Spire; it had been a few minutes before she realized the source of their dismay. And by then the screaming had begun, and the bolts of starlight and the ring of fire and sweet Mort is that Remi with skeletons for wings?! She doesn't know if he's man or monster, and she doesn't have time to care. It's as macabre a tableaux as any she's ever encountered, the pair of them seated on the ground. One with a broken body, one with a broken mind, and Amalia feels her heart breaking as fear grips into her soul. What happened?! What are you doing here? Dropping to her knees beside the alchemist Amalia thrusts her staff into his shattered hands, willing it to heal him, for the wounds to begin to close. I have to- you have to- we need to get out of here! Can you walk? Ronin, are you hurt? Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you