The comfort of those thoughts wasn’t enough to fully lift his despair. He was in a very bad place, and in his experience many such situations ended terribly. Yet he could recall being in another bad place, long, long ago, and the Queen’s Own had saved him then. If anyone could save him now, they could.
He said a silent, inner prayer to She-of-Flame, not so much asking for rescue itself as asking for Her to bless those who were no doubt seeking him, and guide them to him, or guide him himself to his own escape, if that were possible.
That done he finally relaxed the tightness of his curled posture and wiped the tears from his face. He felt exhausted, and the windows outside showed a growing light, so he gave up for the time being and let himself slip into sleep. Perhaps the morrow would b
