Please let Jeryd be OK.
A massive lump rose in her throat as she fingered the medallion he had given her. She looked up to see that the darkness of evening wasn't far away.
Sighing, Marysa pushed herself back out into the mainstream of the city, back to find somewhere to spend the night. She passed citizens huddling in blankets by the warmth of barrel-drum fires.
As agreed, she would return again tomorrow, to wait for Jeryd.
There was always tomorrow.