Izen had been running. It didn't take long for him to slow to a walk, wondering why he'd been running. But then he didn't care why he'd been running because he remembered something else. Being with Magda. In Rian's tent. He remembered the way she moaned in pain beneath him. He remembered how good it felt, even while the confliction within him raged.

Izen stumbled, a usually confident man finding his knees were weak, and at once doubled over to vomit his anxiety to the earth.

"What..." his voice quivered and his body was shaking, "...have I done?" There was no time. He remembered Magda's words. They'd be on him before he knew it.

His feet were moving but he didn't know where he was going. He didn't know up from down in this moment.