"They are waiting for you below," Lilyana nods with a distant sigh, drawing me from my trance. Arising, she brushes herself off. I smile as she bows, her head lowered in silent understanding as stands of curly hair spill over her face. There is a sense of loss that catches in the wrinkles of her eyes, and I wince knowing once again that she will never leave this place. Pushing back her hair, she brings her fist to her chest, mustering a smile.
"Good luck, Miss Serena. May the winds guide you,"
