GAHRYE
A thick, rough tongue scraped up the side of his face, taking his tears—and probably a layer of skin with it. Gahrye rolled onto his back and told himself he had to pull himself together. He was in Anima. With Elia. She was in beast form, but she was here—just as she was needed.
Something urgent and frantic with him that had been pressing at him ever since the Creator's revelation when he was here the day before had loosened its grip the moment they'd passed through the Portal. But as he lay there on the cold stone he realized that while it no longer pressed him forward, a piece of it remained. A knot. Something to be untangled. Something important.
He could hear Elia's beast breathing heavily, but he struggled to open his eyes and face it all.
He was in Anima.
Kalle wasn't.
And she was, possibly, carrying his baby.
