As we reach Neraw, I can't help but feel...
Sorrow.
Devastation.
Even the clouds that linger overhead seem to be a manifestation of the gloom that hangs in the air.
People bustle around in a hurry, trying to sort out rubble and corpses of animals and people alike.
...There is a big pile of bodies being burned, and the stench makes me nearly retch.
All around us is destruction.
Celeste stares in wide-eyed horror at the mass destruction around us.
I shake my head.
This many days after the event, and it looks like the recovery efforts only barely began. Valentine must have under-emphasized how bad the quake was.
I touch Celeste's arm. "You need to be careful. Pick and choose who you heal."
Celeste glances over at me in alarm, and opens her mouth as if to say something, before promptly snapping it closed and nodding instead.
