In the quiet after the battle, the Nildorin finally stop moving. Grief, doubt, and exhaustion settle in as each of them reaches for something to hold onto, a voice, a memory, a promise, a direction. New truths surface, tempers flare and soften, and the need for hope becomes louder than any plan. By morning, they are not healed, perhaps steadier, ready to try again, setting back out into Truistria.