sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
There was something, some sort of heartbreaking realization as she held Aoife that reminded her of her own son, how the pain of that never quite leaves someone – how it could be bandaged up, hidden beneath layers upon layers to never be thought about again, and yet here they are. Here she was, not much earlier, holding the lifeless body of a child she had known, who had come into the world breathing, who had made it to her first year full of life and star flecked eyes. A child of Safrin.
A child with Mort now.
Her gaze slips over to Bastien then, green gaze shadowed and sorrowful as she nods. “I didn’t see it happen, but.” She frowns, looking forward. “The mud creature crashed through an ice wall and it shattered over Remi. By the time I got there, there were plenty trying to heal Remi. He had been… Impaled. And Aoife was there, already gone.” She shakes her head. “I wrapped her up, but I had to go help the others.” He was in good hands, with Amalia and Evie and Loren and whomever else. “But, Ronin was there… Briefly. He arrived and knew, and left. I wish…” She stumbles over the words before she shakes her head, her free hand coming up to brush her hair from her face.
“I wish they didn’t have to know what that felt like. I wish I could have done something more.” She frowns, looking back to him. “I need to start the council… If only to try and prevent more of these.” She squeezes his hand again, thoughts scattered. She hopes she’s made sense as she lays out what she’d seen.
A child with Mort now.
Her gaze slips over to Bastien then, green gaze shadowed and sorrowful as she nods. “I didn’t see it happen, but.” She frowns, looking forward. “The mud creature crashed through an ice wall and it shattered over Remi. By the time I got there, there were plenty trying to heal Remi. He had been… Impaled. And Aoife was there, already gone.” She shakes her head. “I wrapped her up, but I had to go help the others.” He was in good hands, with Amalia and Evie and Loren and whomever else. “But, Ronin was there… Briefly. He arrived and knew, and left. I wish…” She stumbles over the words before she shakes her head, her free hand coming up to brush her hair from her face.
“I wish they didn’t have to know what that felt like. I wish I could have done something more.” She frowns, looking back to him. “I need to start the council… If only to try and prevent more of these.” She squeezes his hand again, thoughts scattered. She hopes she’s made sense as she lays out what she’d seen.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
