[Callow? Another city, he can assume, but what's more notable is her reaction. It's the kind he, and most of the others, have been forced to choke down in the face of spear tips and this seemingly endless journey.
Grief is no stranger to him, but to suddenly share a form of it so dire with hundreds of strangers left him without his usual method of compartmentalizing it for another day.]
You don't believe it was a dream.
[The farther they travel, the less he's convinced. Dreams fade from memory, but the physical tear he felt during it hadn't left him since.]
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Grief is no stranger to him, but to suddenly share a form of it so dire with hundreds of strangers left him without his usual method of compartmentalizing it for another day.]
You don't believe it was a dream.
[The farther they travel, the less he's convinced. Dreams fade from memory, but the physical tear he felt during it hadn't left him since.]