"Fear is like all the good medicine. Too much becomes poison." Tyris was talking to Aran and Leria yet everyone felt like she was talking to them.
The group took a long stroll, basking in the light and the warmth of the Guardian. Raaz steered Elina toward the cultivated fields, remembering with her the hard work behind every bountiful harvest and the joy from their property expanding through the years.
Filia and Frey dragged Tyris near the woods, where they had last seen their loyal steeds. They took their time mourning them and thanking them for their sacrifice.
"Is this Volgun's and Brionac's resting place?" Frey asked Lith amid sobs.
"No, I buried them in the woods after returning them to their families." He replied.
"Can you show us where? We never got the opportunity to say them goodbye." Filia said, feeling awful for having waited for so long.
