I remembered only snapshots of the following few days. Arriving in the camp of the Last Light Company, nearly falling off of Fable, being surrounded by worried faces, and the scolding of a very irritated Elinore. Through it all, the horrible ache of my soul and the scorching heat of the sunpurge.
It was almost a week later that I regained full coherence, sitting up in bed with a sharp breath. Sweat soaked my thin nightdress and my breath was short and erratic. I groped blindly around me, searching for warm, silken fur but found only blankets. Light ones, at that, given the sensitive nature of the sunpurge.
