In the Blink of an Eye

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

Sam struggled to even comprehend the words that came from Roana's mouth, his panic ringing loud in his ears. Not that she knew, but her request was near to impossible anyway. The Voice was very much her own Goddess, and was very unlikely to listen to Sam telling her to make good with the Old Gods; besides, this event would only inspire Sam to tell her to move further away. The Old Gods had never shown them a hint of charity and he doubted they would ever be kind.

Before he could stammer out a confused response, the door was flung open by Remi. Waves of relief flooded over Sam, though he was still being held. "Remi!" He exclaimed, so glad to see his saviour.

The question he was asked drew an immediate mental answer of no but he wanted so badly to be let go he nodded, wide eyes closing as he wished he was anywhere else. "Mhmm. Please..p-please."

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?