Kaladin knelt, bathed in that warm light. Yes, warmth. Kaladin felt warm. Surely … if there truly was a deity … it watched him from within that light. The light faded, and a spindly young man with black and blond hair rushed forward to grab Kaladin. “Sir!” Renarin asked. “Kaladin, sir? Are you all right? Are you out of Stormlight?” “I…” Kaladin shook his head. “What…” “Come on,” Renarin said, getting under his arm to help lift him. “The Fused have retreated. The ship is ready to leave!” Kaladin nodded, numb, and let Renarin help him stand.
