"Why are you here?"
Amberine swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts, her pulse racing under the intensity of his gaze. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. The events of the last few hours had drained her – the spectres, the constant chase, the panic of being lost in a place that seemed alive with malevolent magic – it all weighed down on her. Her mouth felt dry, her voice failing her, and she could only stand there, blinking up at Draven as if hoping he'd understand without explanation.