Talven sat with his back against a tree, staring at nothing, hands still shaking from what he'd witnessed.
Nobody pushed him to speak. The grief in the group sat heavy, wordless, Oris's absence was a hole nobody knew how to fill yet.
"We can't stay here," Doran finally said, voice low. "If it's hunting Gad specifically now, staying still is the worst thing we can do."
"Give him a minute," Mira said, nodding toward Talven.
"We don't have a minute."
Gad felt something twist in his chest, grief and rage tangled together, thinking of Oris's final moment, shoving Talven clear before vanishing without even a scream to mark it.
The current beneath his skin responded to the feeling immediately, sharper than exhaustion should allow, rising fast.
"Gad," Mira said, watching his face. "Breat
