Kell pressed a slow breath out between his teeth, but said nothing more. Neria knew the flames perhaps better than anyone. Nothing she said particularly relaxed him, but even if she had Symon's eyes, she still had her own heart and mind. A way of seeing was not a way of being.

As Neria pressed closer to him, Kell closed his arms around her, and shook away the linger, crawling feeling he'd gotten when she said his name.

The eyes may have once been Symon's, but they now belonged to her.

"You found the Herald, then?"

It had been Kell's last act there, his last gesture, getting everyone he could to the sea, where it would begin and end. He'd known it wouldn't be pretty.