I followed them because the alternative was standing alone on a field of frozen corpses, and that didn't feel like a winning plan.
Ilse caught up to me as I went, her Destrier picking its way through the wreckage with its ears flat and its ghastly blue eyes rolling. She'd stayed back through the whole of it. I understood why now — a summoner standing too close to two Calamities mid-slaughter was just a soft thing waiting to be stepped on. She slid down off the frost horse and walked beside me instead, her gaze fixed on the two figures ahead of us.
"I have never seen Brunhilde fight beside anyone," she said quietly. "I never quite imagined her beside anyone too."
'I could say the same about Kassie too.' I thought with a scoff and added.
"They fought like they'd practiced."
"No."
Ilse's voice was strange.
"They fought like they remembered."
I didn't ask. There were too many things in this North that I didn't have the stomach to stomach all at once.
