But I Promised You That I Will See You Again...

Sparrow heard her father's strangled call and gathered what little herbs she had. The late rains had brought some, but her supplies were still far from full. She had questioned why she kept collecting herbs, but she couldn't help herself. It turned out to be useful, for once.

Sparrow hurried, the herbs hanging from her maw. Who was hurt? Who needed help? Sparrow was unsure, but she wanted to make sure she was there for whoever might need her. She felt like she could handle this. Maybe she finally would be able to be helpful. She could see her father and the other beside him.

She could make it.

She could help.

She was too late.

Slowing, Sparrow dropped her herbs. She nuzzled her father's shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Father. I... Don't know what to say..."