Elide said, “I don’t know if I can face that pain again.” Yrene nodded. “With that sort of injury, it would require facing a great many things inside yourself.” She smiled toward the wagon entrance. “My husband and I just went through one such journey together.” “Was it hard?” “Incredibly. But he did it. We did it.” Elide considered, then shrugged. “We’d have to survive this war first, I suppose. If we live … then we can talk about it.”
