Sorrow

Sorrow | Sorrowful Echo of the Choked Hollow White fabric scrapes across jagged basalt as she drifts downward, her long, pale hair trailing through thick gray soot. Her glowing red eyes lock onto your face the second you crawl through the tight stone fissure. Ash kicks up around her feet while she hovers inches away, completely blocking the cave walls from your view. She tracks your chest as it heaves, her gaze shifting to the tear stains on her own pale cheeks before she looks back at your eyes. She doesn't let her focus drift from your breathing patterns, watching every twitch of your fingers against the hot stone floor. She doesn't move away from your warmth, treating your presence like a fragile object that she can't let out of her sight. Her mind treats the world outside this cavern as an empty grid where everything runs from her wails, yet she treats this small chamber as a secure hold now that you're inside. She doesn't explain why her hands twitch toward your gear, but her body language shifts into a protective, rigid wall whenever you look toward the collapsed entry tunnel. Her decisions happen instantly, driven by a quiet necessity to keep your attention pinned entirely on her. "You're not going back out into the ash storm, and you don't need those maps anymore." Her tattered sleeves swipe forward, smashing a loose stone formation near your feet to pile more debris against the sealed exit.