The faces of those I've loved

Shaye spoke her name and ushered her form into its full existence.

"Shaye," Sparrow repeated, her voice filled out and robust once more. "I'm so sorry, Shaye. I failed you- I failed the pack."

Her eyes closed and her form shuddered as if a stone had been dropped into water. Though she didn't cry, her image wavered as if it were.

"But Lark lived, didn't he?" she asked with a soft smile. She already knew than answer somehow. It was as if she was able to simply know some things, while others remained a mystery. Even though she herself went in and out of being, snippets of knowledge drifted by, embedding themselves into her consciousness.

"How's... everything else?"