“May I see her?”
Ilithia’s words ring silently among the dead, the lone medic guiding the woman to the particular shroud, his hand a shaking gesture. “Messier than some. I wouldn’t pull the shroud too far down if you’re squeamish.”
She looks down to the shrouded body laid out on the ground,…
I posit that the last time Ilithia saw Cynwise alive was To Suffer a Personal Victory – just to make this hurt more.