Following my conversation with Gathrin, I returned to my room to rest. Sleep wasn't easy, torturing me with dark visions of bloodshed and death, but the heavy burden of Korra's death had lifted. When next I awoke it was morning again, but Elise and R'lissea were nowhere to be found.
The next few days passed slowly, bleeding one into the other. Every morning, I awoke and stumbled downstairs, half asleep, hoping to see one of my friends waiting by the fire. But every day, Rivlitt merely shook his head and sat me down, bringing me something to eat. Once, he even offered to brush my hair, which I quickly declined. It would be too embarrassing to have a man touch my hair like that…even if he was a remnant.
