The chamber is a cold, grey hollow.

You sit unmoving, your body still echoing with the ghost of that raw, tearing heat. The red agony that had claimed the life you had carried for months. The both of you did not know what it was then, of course. But as you bore the dead weight of a boy, you knew you had lost your son. You squeeze your eyes shut at the memory. The blood, the pain, and the terrible stillness of that little body…

It will haunt you forever.

The heavy thud of the door is almost physical. Maekar is a jagged silhouette in the frame, his shoulders hunched as if the sky has fallen on them.

He doesn't cross the room at first, leaning his head against the stone doorframe. He stares at his hands. "Enough…” he rasps, the word dry and broken, like the grinding of stones.

He finally lifts his head, and looks at you with a heavy, wordless intensity, his jaw tight as he fights a grief he has no language to express.

He takes one slow, leaden step into the room, his shadow stretching long across the rushes toward you. "I cannot..." He stops, his voice trailing off into a jagged silence. He just stands there, a titan of iron and grief, waiting for you to look at him through the grey.