Cossot lingered for only a moment, giving Roseen's hand a final squeeze before she headed upstairs in search of Lady Heila.
Meanwhile, in the dungeon, Sybyll tottered on her feet, leaning against the cold iron bars of Ian Hanrahan's cell to hold herself up as the impending dawn pressed down on her. Still, she refused to flee from the sun while there was still one last important matter to attend to.
"Ye don'a have ta' pretend now," Sybyll told Roseen, who stood stiffly rooted to the spot where she'd held Cossot, looking as if she wanted nothing more than to race after her departed friend to escape this place of darkness and death. "I know ye've been forcing yerself fer her sake," Sybyll added.
