His blue eyes are wide and dark, "he... is... " The dead are silent. "Bowen will be with us soon." He tries to comfort her. "If you truly want to we can go back?" He questions, suppressing his own worry - Rolyuk was... is... relentless, vile, vicious. But he, and the Mera, weren't unintelligent. If anything they are very much so the opposite.
Fallen swallows, lowering his head and plodding onwards. The wind fights their every step.
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They stop that night at the log before the clearing full of human traps. "Are you hungry?" He asks tieredly, hearing those pitiful, horrific cries again.
Begging for aid, retribution and release; some stronger than others. If he had the energy he would dig graves again, mourn them as they SHOULD be mourned...
Not just let into the heavens.
There would be no sleep tonight for him. (But he says nothing about it, doesn't appear to be reactive - he doesn't want Ice to worry.)





