It had been a year since they gained freedom. The others dispersed to peaceful places, gaining refuge and asylum, but they stuck together, finding a ship (stealing) and heading almost straight for Concordia.

Here, they found his old home, bare bones charred black and stuck in the earth like some eldritch skeleton. She held his hand, was his anchor when the winds of the past buffeted through him, threatening to overwhelm. She brought him back, wiped his tears. Together, they tore down the old remains and built something new on the foundation. 

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