It was hard to see Ari so changed from her usual self. The energetic and always positive healer, brought down by the betrayal of her husband. Ari was quiet, disengaged, but still determined. Despite the weight that seemed to linger on her shoulders, constricting her chest. That saw her gaze distant, focused on some point within the past, where her world had made sense and revolved around the man that she loved. The man she had bonded with. They had travelled, trudging across the landscape, back down the side of the mountain, finding the quickest route.
On the third day, the rains had started pelting them both with heavy drops, falling from the sky in unrelenting sheets. Sastra carried the bulk of their supplies, the packs that they’d managed to seize before fleeing, growing heavy with dis
