The rest of the day passes in preparation.
I watch Erica pack her gear with practiced efficiency that makes me want to cry.
She's done this too many times.
Prepared for battle too many times.faced dangers that would break most adults.
"She's strong," Helena says, appearing beside me. "Stronger than you give her credit for."
"She's just a kid," I say.
"She shouldn't have to be strong."
"But she is, and that's something to be proud of. "
"And when we win—when we bring Alaric home and stop Seraphine—maybe they'll get that world." Helena touches my shoulder.
"But right now, Erica is doing what she needs to do. What she chooses to do. Honor that choice, even if it terrifies you."
She's right, but it doesn't make it easier.
That night, I find Erica in her tent, sharpening a knife wi
