Sacrifice

Farah’s too frantic to cry, when it happens. There’s a jittery restlessness in her bones, alight in every nerve, adrenaline keeping her going, reminiscent of the last time she was here, this cursed place. Her calls aren’t desperate, even as they go unanswered. Her feet carry her through what remains of Aster Dell, she checks every building, swallowing the nausea whenever her boots catch on the bones of the dead. She doesn’t cry when her calls are answered by Saul, just the one, a single bark of her name over the wind and crashing of the waves against the cliffs and- she knows. Saul doesn’t say her name any special way, but she knows. She can feel the dread settling in her bones in a way that she just…Knows.