[se] there are brighter flames

Sah

Sah felt a surge of relief, "Good." It made sense for both sides to guard their numbers. Every bit of advantage they could gain would be helpful. As for the numbers left, "I suspect there's at least eight relics. Why else would we have been given a timetable of eight seasons?" It was possible that there were more, but it seemed less likely for there to be less than eight.

Despite himself, Sah chuckled, "I imagine so." He was still rather new to Caido yet even he had been a part of multiple rebuilding projects. Barracks, walls, farms, and everything in between. The Outlander could hardly fathom what those who had been in Caido for far longer had had to work on.

It was a small comfort to know that he was not alone in his restlessness and unease. But it didn't alleviate the feeling. Lilly glanced at her bonded for a moment, giving him a gentle shoulder bump to his knee. She wasn't about to let Sah spiral into anxiety or further stress. The Abandoned gave his companion a quick ear ruffle before turning back to Deimos. "I suppose for now we can keep our eyes and ears open. Continue to train and grow and take the opportunities that emerge." That was something productive they could focus on beyond their other goals. Sah couldn't think of much else beyond that given their lack of valid information.

My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare