'There's got to be a way to fix this, Beatrice.'
She sighed. 'There isn't. You heard your friends!'
'Trust me, if anyone can figure it out, they can.'
'Well, they'd better. I'm starting to feel more at home here than I did back in Runazia. I must be the only one left from that place now.'
I shook my head. 'Jasper Farhorne may well be alive, so might his family.'
Beatrice punched the ground, causing the soil to jump. 'I figured they would have survived, monsters.'
I was starting to hear those kinds of sentiments more often now. 'Because Jasper created Nightmouth?'
Beatrice seemed distracted, looking up at the sky with her jaw hanging wide open. As a dragonfly flew past, she reeled it in with her tongue, and let out an obnoxiously loud burp.
I felt myself drooling. 'That looked nice.'
