"Hello. Do you mind if I sit?"
"Not at all."
"Thank you."
Clana sat beside Sansa, both of them staring at the field of corpses swarmed by crows.
"We're far from home..."
"Yeah."
Clana chuckled softly, reclining against the solid rock she was using as a seat.
"If someone had told me yesterday that I'd end up here like this… I'd have called them insane."
"It's the worst fate imaginable."
There was a deeper meaning behind Sansa's words—one that Clana immediately picked up on.
"This is your second time here... are you alright?"
Clana asked gently, while Sansa kept her gaze distant and grim.
The princess had no fond memories of this place. She didn't even know what the rest of the Ultras continent looked like, having spent most of her time imprisoned in a cell. But that didn't change the fact that she was back on the land where she once suffered.
Of course it wasn't easy for her heart.
"I'm fine... really."
Clana nodded at her response.
