Her energy faded quickly after Dewdrop and Night found her, and she had to rely on them more and more, with Dewdrop supporting most of her weight. At some point she must have drifted off because they had reached a dark nook that separated the surface from the catacombs without her having any recollection of how the journey to get there. Tate stirred when Dewdrop nudged her awake. Blearily she looked around and leaned wearily against the stone. Her wounds were already beginning to fade into one overarching ache. All she wanted was to find a horizontal surface and sleep for a very long time. I think this is where I leave you. She roused enough to give him a tired smile. “You kept your promise.” As did you. “Where will you go now?” We’ll have to find new territory, perhaps deeper in the catacombs. The Red Lady has taken over much of our territory, and I don’t want to chance another encounter. Tate studied him with unblinking eyes. Perhaps it was the exhaustion or going through a really terrible experience, but she wasn’t quite ready to part with him yet.
