It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
Huan being able to tell would be nice.
Maybe if he practices sparring with us or something he'll know more about werewolves and not die when prophecy time rolls around.
Yeah.
Not us, though, we're separated by too large a fraction of a continent.
Fair enough.
Still a limit on how distracting I can be if you're in public.
Thousands of people I care about are dead and Maitimo's being tortured horribly, I doubt I'm that distractible.