“It’s too late,” she said, her voice emerging as a dry croak. “There were too many. All the elves... lost.”
Nimrilwyn felt as if she had been hit in the stomach. “What of Sinvanyar?” she asked, dreading the answer.
Rasnialfia shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Gone. We defeated the last of the attackers together, but he had taken too many wounds during the battle.”
“Rallavalan and I will bear you back to Arindaria—”
“No.” Rasnialfia reached out to grasp her hand. “I will not survive the journey. You must carry word of what has happened here without me.”
“We cannot leave you here!” Nimrilwyn fought to speak around a choked sob.
Her friend smiled. “Soon, I will be gone. Perhaps I will join Sinvanyar, wherever he is now.”
“There must be something I can do.” Hot tears of
