Emily's POVIt was shortly after the second hour of night when the council meeting was over.I scarcely recalled what was said in it. I was there throughout. I spoke where I had to, listened where I had to, watched Rollins move through the necessary decisions with that focused, stripped-down clarity he carried after a fight. Only underlying all this, as a current beneath every river, was the sheer and mere fact that we were both still alive.There were nine days to go on the clock.Perrin was stable.We were alive.As the elder finally walked out and the door shut and the war room was deserted save the two of us, Rollins stood at the table, with his back to me, his two hands flat on the maps, his head low. His eye was cut above, and was dressed during the council meeting. Some one had wiped the blood out of his face. He still had the remnant of the struggle on his tunic, on his hands, in the set of his shoulders.I crossed the room.I didn't say anything. I pressed my face into his ba
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