One step forward

It’s stupid, but in the end, she snaps a bit, frustration building from events out of her control, events that hold emotional trauma in a body that was not built to hold on to trauma. Her brows raise and she quips back quickly, “The part where you said ‘you’ but failed to specify whether it was because I am an Ascended or from the Hollowed Ground. Specifics matter.” Wessex looks up at the sky, at the prison she’s in, the smooth walls with their Fae-runes, and then back at Delah. With a shrug in response to the question, she turns to go to the tunnels. She has no more to say. Either do something with her or leave her be, to waste away in the pit. But now that their position is clear - there will be no help - there isn’t any point in the Ascended woman sticking around to bandy words with the war chief. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm