The dam broke, gut-wrenching sobs shredding their way up my throat as my whole body shook, my breath now coming in short, pathetic gasps. Distantly, I heard the tent flap whipping open, and Nie’tr was in my space, hands fumbling over my shoulder, my arms, expression pinched with concern. He was trying to soothe me, to calm my swelling panic, but he didn’t know how. No one knew. Only Vo’ak.
