It was as though she struggled to even stand. As she walked, her frail body moved toward the tinted window, her face looking devoid of any joy. It was as though she was nothing more than an animated corpse. That thought sent shudders through me.
"You look like... You don't look well, Katie." I said gently, staying close to her but ensuring I didn't crowd her. The room suddenly looked so much bigger, and Katie so much smaller.
"Is he dead?" Was her only response, her voice low and faint like a sound that traveled on the breeze, not so much as looking in my direction.
"Who?" I asked, confused. Lots have died recently, especially during the battle. It could be any of them. The blood that stains Domilia tells of countless losses. I couldn't even begin to imagine. People have seen their fami
