There's a wooden creak as Nari sits in one of the unoccupied chairs nearby. We'd both have it and their fate he said--she hadn't been so transparent in her concerns, had she? It didn't matter, she didn't have the strength left to care. This now, right after... Myr had known Sina. Myr would--

And suddenly, she was holding Sina's hand desperately, her beloved clansister wracked with agonized coughing as a pitiless and inexorable force that none of them understood tore her slowly away. Then Cade shuddering with fever in a corner, damp with unnatural sweat, lost to the world and gripped in the claws of something terrible that lived inside him. And her; outside, always outside, always watching, her efforts futile. Meaningless.

Myr would know. "It's too much," she says simply.