The road would be kind. Eventually, she would find the Holy War. And in the Holy War she would find Achamian. She would clutch his cheek and kiss him, at long last a fellow traveller. Then she would tell him what had happened, of the danger. Deep breath. She tasted dust and cold. She began walking, her limbs so light they might have danced. It would be dark soon.
That's definitely ominous
