Kell looked down helplessly at the withered white blossom. “What do I do?” he asked, the question so much bigger than the words. Tieren smiled a soft, inward smile and shrugged in his usual way. “Leave it be. The blossom will crumble, the stem and leaves, too. That’s what they’re for. Acina strengthen the soil, so that other things can grow.”
Theyre trying to kill me
