[ When Rey came to stay at the Tree Inn, it was only because she liked being by the water. Of course, you can't make it out anymore. The darkness has swallowed that too. She stares out the window all the same, as if waiting for the frost to set in on it, frowning against the black, enchanted by it in place of the flames that keep them safe within.

She can hear the scraping and the screaming, impossible to ignore. The people within seem to try and occupy themselves to drown it out. For Rey, it seems an impossible task: ignoring the people without who need their help.

Survival keeps her rooted to her spot. She'd drive herself mad, sitting here, unable to ignore it but equally unable to put herself in harm's way like that when she's worked so hard just to keep alive. What would the point of it all have been, if she died now?

So when someone gets up to leave, she's on her feet too. It doesn't matter if they heard a darkling or if they have a patrol watch, Rey is firm when anyone announces intentions to leave the safety of the inn: ]

You can't.

[ She's heard the voice of any number of familiar people out in the dark, many of whom are people just like her, resurrected, and who it would be easy to imagine had some kind of shade walking around in the dark. They shouldn't be alive. They're wrong. It wouldn't be hard to picture that some evil thing had come back with them, with their faces.

So be it Kylo or Jon, none of their voices can rouse her from her spot.

But there was a girl in the city who she'd helped with Jon Snow. A shiftling girl, a cat, and when Rey hears her chattering quietly on the other side of the inn's back door while she's in the kitchen, and it's all over then. Rey picks up one of the innkeeper's knives — she'll apologize for it later, of course — and makes her way to the door very slowly. ]

Hello?

[ Rey. Says the voice. It knows her name. It has to be the girl. Anything else doesn't make sense. She's out there alone and afraid, maybe with her brother already eaten, maybe with him lost and hoping Rey can help reunite them again.

She's out the door an instant later, but the voice has grown distant then. ]

HELLO?! [ Rey shouts it into the distance. ] No! You're going the wrong way! Follow my voice! [ It's too dark, of course, to make her way by sight. ]

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