this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
With a last reluctant glance at Amalia, Jyoti follows Astra out into the snow, faithful that her friend will lead her to wherever the water is kept while the Shield tends to the invalid.
The Firebrand.
"I heard that people call you that, now. After what you did in the Climb." She continues to stroke upon his back, watching as hair and feathers and fur war across his features. "You were very brave. And you're being brave now."
At the confession that he's cold she shivers reflexively, empathetic even though she cannot reply in kind. "I know. You're sick, Loren. You have a fever. But we're going to get you better." She reaches for a nearby towel, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Will you tell me what you've been feeling? What you remember, since I saw you last?"
The Firebrand.
"I heard that people call you that, now. After what you did in the Climb." She continues to stroke upon his back, watching as hair and feathers and fur war across his features. "You were very brave. And you're being brave now."
At the confession that he's cold she shivers reflexively, empathetic even though she cannot reply in kind. "I know. You're sick, Loren. You have a fever. But we're going to get you better." She reaches for a nearby towel, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Will you tell me what you've been feeling? What you remember, since I saw you last?"
