They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
Most of them, I think. They've been working on it. And I made traps and made the tents arrow-proof and built walls, it's as safe as I can make it.
Okay. I can... hold on... a few minutes' work with string and a pebble and she's made herself a simple necklace and enspelled it. If you speak aloud I'll hear you, I won't know what you're saying but I'll come check.
I know. I'm not asking that. It's just. She runs a thumb over the pendant.
I'll be okay. I should get back.
I will.
She goes and sits by the lake until it's clear that she's not going to be able to calm down that way, but rather the opposite - it doesn't take long - and then goes back.
It does. On the Ice they left the bodies to freeze; here they aren't sure what to do. A burial pyre seems fine.
Well, she's not going to tell them not to. She can go get them another tree, if they're running short on wood.
She does make a point of getting a good look at the body, so she can relay the face to Maitimo later even if she can't get the name.
They continue singing. They do illusion-stories of all the dead as they were, alive and happy, growing up, with their friends, with their loved ones...
She watches. This is maybe not the best thing to bring back to Maitimo but she memorizes as much as she can in case he wants it anyway. At some point she goes and finds Findekáno.