Everyone's alive. Everyone. Even the child, exposed for days to the chill and claw, swallowed whole, alive still. Even Helaena, despite the fall, body and bravado intact. Everyone.
Why is that so surprising to me?
They're so capable, I should've had confidence. We've been getting stronger for..how long now....over a month of risking our lives, gathering supplies, honing our skills, tracking and learning and growing and - just over a month. I suppose that's not a long time, is it? But I'm able to do so much more now.
That was the goal, no? Or at least a goal on the way to the goal. A subgoal? The means to the end perhaps. To get stronger. To call upon and control the powers granted.
It almost feels...it's...limitless potential. Nearly so. If I dedicate only more time and meditation to the communion with nature...
Is it strength still needed?
Or discipline....
Achieved through travel and vengeance or quiet reflection and service, I wonder.
No. Not really. I don't wonder, I know. I contemplate, rather.
What's the next step?