Pratik did as he was told, deciding to wrap the mid-sized one, but bringing the other two over as well. He was vaguely aware it was making his fingers ache to have the ice against his bare skin but he was far too focused on Ada to really notice or care. Gods. What was even happening? What could he even do? He wasn't used to feeling like this. Feeling... helpless.
It's not like he could go assassinate the gods for hurting her. Anyone else would be toast.
Ky's stomach fluttered as she got to the first floor and saw the Ashes coming... from the barracks? Why had they been there?
That must mean they were all okay... right?
They all were fine and went to go instruct the scouts, maybe?
Or...
She bit her lip and glanced at Imali.
