odongwana can feel the heat on his face from the light of the two suns and notes, “We tarried in the lower-territories far too long…This warmth is glorious.”
Just ahead, Nileen stops and turns back to face him, one hand crossed over her chest and holding her other arm. Her face is pale and it glistens in the light of the Waking Eye.
Child, what is it?
Nileen falls to her knees. Godongwana, momentarily stunned, notices blood streaming from her arm, between the fingers of her hand that holds it.
Nileen?
He feels a prick in his spine. The warmth of the two suns can no longer be felt on his face as suddenly, night falls.