Ezrah couldn't sleep.
He kept seeing the glow in Aira's hands. The way the Hollowborn spoke to her.
He found her again, alone, humming.
"Do they… speak to you often?" he asked.
She nodded.
"In dreams. In ruins. Sometimes even in mirrors."
"Then why fight them?"
Aira looked at him, eyes sad.
"Because I still want to be human.