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Outside, just out of the stables, Kalira wanders. her mind is in chaos and her eyes are glazed. Every day she gets a little stronger, but nothing makes her mind or her heart feel stronger. She closes her eyes and sees and feels the snap, like a twig, and yet so much more precious, so much more powerful, and so much more of a loss. She feels the flames licking at her and remembers the pain. It is said that horses cannot cry, but Companions are not horses. Thus, it is a quietly weeping, in mind and body, Companion who walks in the night.