They went to the grave before dawn.

Marina had told Silvain early morning, but when she woke at the grey edge of night she found him already dressed, sitting at the hollow entrance with his back against the root structure and his eyes on the darkness beyond the trees. He had not woken her. He had simply been ready before she knew she needed him to be.

They walked without speaking.

The trail to the Silvermoon eastern cemetery ran through three territories of changed landscape, rubble sections that had been partially cleared and partially left as they were because some ruins were too structurally complex to address in the first...