The Chill

I caught Tavlo fidgeting with the hem of her thick sweater. Although she was the most bundled of us, she didn't look any warmer for it. My breath was a cloud of ice, but my skin tingled. I was becoming familiar with the Citadel-- more familiar than I would have liked in the past. The place was seeming more and more like a home in this strange land.

The shadows that enveloped me were a warm bath, and I felt myself sinking in. My worry and stress evaporated like an icy breath, and I had to suppress a giggle. We have killed so many, following Elrin's lead. However, killing those that have already died at least once was starting to feel redundant. I didn't care either way.

I was almost horrified by how I felt, but that discomfort soon slipped away as well.