I sucked in a breath. "Fate magic? Do you think he's...here?"
"I can't say, but there's certainly a possibility."
"I understand." I settled back, folding my arms. After a few seconds, I sighed, touching my horn. "What else can we do but go forward? I can't feel Fyren or any of the other demons in the Fatesworn through the mark. All we have is hope."
"Hope has seen us through darker days, little one. Don't surrender it now."
A small smile touched my lips, and I gave a slight nod. I'd grown accustomed to such gentle words from the more dignified remnants, like Gathrin or Arantius. Hearing that tone from the normally carefree ranger felt strange. Comforting, but strange.
