The Lady of a Thousand Faces

"Here,"

Zenna looked up surprised to see Iriel behind her holding a beer. "How'd you know I'd be here," she muttered taking the beer and swallowing a hearty mouthful.

"I always know where you are," Iriel said quietly.

"And why's that?" She murmured.

"Obsession, stalkerish behaviors or you're more obvious than you might think." Iriel replied.

Zenna looked out on the horizon watching as the Day faded into Night. It had taken nearly a day to set the bar to rights. Even with all the many hands to help. "I feel different. Like I've been hollowed out." She said.

"It's how we all feel." Iriel said, walking around the wooden boxes that were scattered around and sitting near Zenna. "It's what it feels to only have one soul in your body."

"One soul," Zenna said thoughtfully.

"Vladimir had a hold on you for centuries." Iriel said.