The weeks after the mountain went by like a long, hard road.
They walked it together. North, then east, then down through the marsh country in the south, then back up into the high hills, following rumors and smoke and the stories frightened travelers whispered at roadside fires. Jin carried Haruka when the distances were too great. She stopped complaining about it somewhere around the second week. By the third, she'd started pointing out which direction to jump.
Envy was the third.
