Gestal closed her watch, seeing the mirror image of the crow engraved on the cover. It reminded her of her admiration for the crows of Eiswald. Forced into the impassable woods by the looming winter, they showed no hesitation leaving behind their nests and flying away from the consequences of complacency. To them, it was fly or freeze.

Fly or freeze.

Behind her was all she had left. Taking another step would mean leaving it all, no chance at forgiveness. Nothing would accompany her but guilt.

The guilt burned through the freezing wind blowing her back.

She took a step forward.

"Ozwald...I'll find you...I have to..."