Jem Pov
I was terrified, to say the least, as they came to us. It wasn’t like earlier, when we were fresh and determined. Sure, Aislyn healed all of our wounds, but I could see her. She was shaking, out of breath, and drained. I was sure she’d keep going, push past her exhaustion and fight until she couldn’t anymore; but at what cost? What was the point of all of this fighting, if we were just going to all die in the end? I could see it in everyone’s eyes, the grim realization that Aislyn was tired, and we all knew it. She was our strength, the one that took care of the warriors, and without her we were going to lose. Even still I watched them take their stances, determined to keep going, to keep fighting, even if it meant the end. This wasn’t the type of fighting any of us were used
