The scout's name was Fenna, according to the tag on her gear, though she hadn't answered to it once since they'd carried her through the gate. I stood in the doorway of the healers' hall rather than crowding closer, because the two healers working over her had already asked me twice, with the particular politeness reserved for a man they couldn't actually order out of the room, to give them space. She lay very still except for her mouth, lips moving through the same four words on a loop that didn't seem to need her breath to keep going, a whisper worn thin from however many hours she'd already spent on it before anyone found her.
The sky finished asking.
