how can you rise
if you have not burned?
Only if the trick hadn’t yet been discovered. Though she doesn’t say it. In the end, Zariah would not be here, and none of them had any clue what the truth was. ”Zariah is running out of places that will take her,” she says instead. The Hallowed Grounds would not have her. Halo would not have her, even stripped of her titles, if Weaver is being honest. Perhaps the sun of Torchline would do her some good.”You are no good to me or Halo if you torture yourself and spiral again, Loren. Find a way.” The words are kind, but firm. She cannot afford to lose him. ”Who else knows about the mage glass?” she asks, concern sparking at the idea of so much of it potentially in the hands of others. Other enemies, particularly. ”Also, do you know anything about monks living in The Fangs?” She asks, recalling Jigano’s tale. They didn’t seem like a threat, but still, she is curious to know more if there is anything else to know. ”Exiles. What a nice way to put it. What is left, if anything, in Whitebrim?” She is not particularly concerned about the shrine in The Fangs. If they wanted to worship in the mountains, let them.
The soft kiss to her forehead and her knuckles somehow steady her. Despite everything, at least there is some tiny bit of good to be had. ”Good. Because it does not make me miserable.” She stays pressed against him, voice soft, everything slowly draining from her. The adrenaline that had kept her going through the fight. The anger that had given her the courage to stand and declare herself Warden. Her mind too quiets, if only a bit, though that is the best she can hope for right now.
WEAVER
