Lissi wasn't sure where she would go. Bree was not a good option, since nearly everyone she knew and loved was there. Her presence would place them in danger.
Too much. Too much death around her.
Her head throbbed a little less, and she had found a small spring a few hours after she'd begun wandering two days ago. Her hands still ached and protested every small thing she did. She made herself a small camp every evening, only building a fire if the night air became to cold.
That is all she did. She existed.
Every once in awhile, her mind would touch the forbidden corners. Owena, Ashwyneth, Timothie, Sarnai, Bolokoth...Sewyn. She would then, quickly push her mind back to a numb darkness. She did not need the pain. The temptation to run back to them. To him.
