Kai balls his fists. Oh, how he'd love to storm into the garrison and tear down every single one of them. He'd use his bare hands if he has to. He'd watch them bleed from the cuts by his daggers. He'd –
"Kai," Lay calls. It brings him back, from wherever dark gutter he falls into when he thinks of his damaged homeland. The healer's concerned expression is somehow comforting to Kai. It is always comforting, whenever he looks at Lay.
"Yeah?" he asks, stupidly and not knowing what else to say.
"Is everything alright?"
Kai blinks quickly, as though a question as simple as that is difficult to answer. "Yeah, of course." He turns to the mountains and points far beyond what their eyes can see. "The Qlilohst Highlands isn't that far away. I can teleport us to the borders of the Steppe, but that's the furthest I can do without alerting the enemies. Once we're there we'll have to find another way –"
