Carefully winding through the forest at night, following deer paths and creek beds, had brought us at last to a friendly witch's farm. The gravel road crunched beneath the claws on my feet as I finally approached the fencing I'd been looking for.
Kyrie had dozed fitfully against my shoulder for most of the journey, occasionally stirring when a particularly rough bit of terrain jostled her despite me trying to soften the movements. But she'd grown quieter over the last half hour, her breathing shallow but steady.
This system ability really seemed to be helping - she no longer shivered constantly. And she only had a few coughing fits that made me pay extra attention to the forest afterwards.
> Because no matter what precautions I'd tried taking, it has still not even been half a day since receiving this news. I'd like to think if there was obvious intent to come after her by a group, Claire would have mentioned before I hid my phone… but what if she tried right after? <
