[notDEADyet]

There was something exceedingly comforting about not recognizing a single one of the mages in the church. Killing, or being killed by, someone she might consider a friend was always at the bottom of Ell’s list of fun and exciting things to enjoy.

She was content to just linger near the door for a while, waiting for someone to fully snap. They didn’t, and she was almost disappointed. She might have an easier time with not getting herself dead. Maybe there was still a chance.