[Serra Britt]

Feenai was already working hard to keep her last meal inside her when the mental signature of the other man vanished. Not do much died, his mental trace was just suddenly done. She looked and saw Shealtiel with an almost joyful expression on his face. If not for what had just happened it might have been a good sign, as she had never seen the old man with such a happy look. The snuffing of the other man's entire thoughts scared her, and she thought about running in panic. Oddly, Ruebella's face came into her mind, mocking her just as she had the previous night, and Feenai latched onto that if only to remind herself to stand firm and not run away. I can't do anything else though...I don't even know what I can do about any of this.