[ She's worried for him, too. The thing that's embedded in his hand, hungry and stretching wide. She knows he'll bear it, he bears everything with that war-scarred heart of his just thundering on, but he shouldn't be alone.

That's the worst part of it all, honestly. ]

Should scream into them. The crystals feel it. They're full of so many song as it is...

[ There's a deep shuddering breath before she lifts her dark eyes to rest on his. ]

There are older things trying to move in them and leave their mark. Don't let it take you.