“You see that?” Bern said, tipping his head to the window as songs swelled up from below them, chants and prayers welcoming the new light. “The sun?” Rua arched her eyebrow as she stared at the golden glow. “It’s a promise of another day, Rua,” Bern said, tapping his fingers to his forehead as he spoke his Ific prayer to the God of the Sun: “the sun will keep rising and so too shall we all.”
