I found Luke high on the peak of a mountain overlooking the rest of the horde. The air was thin, and the wind beat at my dress as I slid off Fable's back, approaching him slowly. He leaned against a rock, his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping across the valley below.
I came up beside him, my shoulder brushing his arm. My tail swished shyly against his. He smiled down at me, but it was a distant smile. His thoughts were far away.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
I curled my tail around his leg, leaning into him. "You were just thinking about something. What is it?"
"Oh." His smile faded, and he let out a breath. "Just thinking that, after everything, we're almost there. One battle after the next, one shard taken, one enemy slain. Please, tell me you found a way?"
