"Their deaths would certainly be like a scream."

She stops, hands clenching and unclenching once, at her sides.

"And all the rest of it, too."

Catalyst and not the cause, maybe. Not quite, or at least not the only one.

How do you begin to unpick a knot this big, without even a guarantee that it's the same knot you're trying to unwind?

"He was always a healer."

She doesn't mean to sound so lost.