“You killed it.” She watches the flames, the orange light dancing in her eyes as wonder tinges her voice. “You really killed the Eater.” She shakes her head, her usually scolding tone returning. “But you shouldn’t have risked it. Why would you do that? We could’ve just left.” I adjust my leg, wincing as I move. “It made you cry.” She turns her head sharply. “What?” “I wanted to kill it, so I did.”
