"Meallan." She squeezes her eyes shut, for everything feels scattered by her shock. "He's... possessed? Infected? I don't know, but he is crazed. He's covered in red."

"I burnt him. I set his face alight. I killed him, for he was killing me." He hasn't come yet, though he'd charged at her like one of those raging bugs, so he must be dead? Relief and guilt war in her at that thought, sending her pulse up again. She moans at the pain in her setting bones.