Remember.
She might already be dead.
Remember.
It’s your fault.
A tree, another one, the swamp, the lights... Seven days and no findings. My hands, my bag, my phials, all empty.
The sound of Elvealin’s crystal bell pendant. Norliriel knows I do not want to go back yet, I am sure. The crystal bell, once again. Norliriel’s hand is on my hands. I feel woozy.
I have to ask. “How much more do you think we can keep looking?”






