Silence sat between them, oppressive. Bellara said nothing, her wide-eyed countenance only looking more and more horrified as he continued. She opened her mouth; closed it; shook her head. There was a mounting panic rising in her throat, threatening to choke her.

They'd known, all of them, that there would be consequences to fighting the gods. That all of their work was endangering them. But hearing it, after losing someone else not that long ago —

The ache in her heard felt like her chest would cave in. "They're..." Lost. "But —" Not them. That wasn't possible. She fought for words, fought for grounding, and only managed, "Rook? What do you mean?" Weeks? 'Trying to find'?