51. Chapter 51 CHAPTER 51 — SABLE AND ARIA Sable was quiet for a moment. "I'm not a healer," she said carefully. "But Mara said something similar before her girls came. That they went quiet and still and she thought something was wrong and then two days later—" She stopped. "How far along do you think you are?" "I don't know exactly," Aria admitted. "Elara thinks close. She hasn't said how close." "Are you scared?" Sable asked. Aria looked at her hands. The shimmer was there as always — silver and faint and constant. "Yes," she said honestly. "I'm terrified. I don't know how to do this and everything around us is — all of this is happening and I just—" She stopped. "Yes. I'm scared." "Of the delivery specifically?" Sable asked. "Or of everything at once?" "Both," Aria said. "Everything at once and then the delivery on top of it." She pressed her hand flat against her side. "I keep thinking — what if it happens in the middle of all of this? What if whatever is coming from the south gets here and I'm in the middle of—" She stopped again. "I can't think about it too long or it starts to feel impossible." "Then don't think about it too long," Sable said simply. "That's easy to say," Aria said. "I know," Sable said. "I said it anyway." She looked at Aria sideways. "What does Elara say about the timing?" "She says soon," Aria said. "She won't say how soon. Every time I push her on it she deflects and tells me to eat something or rest." She exhaled. "Which means she knows more than she's saying which is her default setting for everything so it's not particularly reassuring." "Does she seem worried?" Sable asked. Aria thought about it. "No," she said honestly. "She seems — alert. Like she's watching for something specific. But not worried." She paused. "Elara doesn't really do worried in the way normal people do worried. She does prepared. There's a difference." "And you?" Sable asked. "Are you prepared?" "I don't know how to be prepared for this," Aria said quietly. "There's no version of prepared that covers all of it at once. The twins coming. Whatever is moving toward this camp. Kael at the border." She shook her head slightly. "I keep trying to organize it in my head into something manageable and it keeps refusing to organize." "That's because it isn't manageable," Sable said. "Not all of it at once. You're not supposed to hold all of it at the same time." She looked at Aria directly. "You hold the piece that's in front of you right now. That's it. The rest comes when it comes." Aria looked at her. "When did you get wise?" "I've always been wise," Sable said. "I just don't announce it." Aria almost smiled. Almost. "The twins," she said after a moment. "If it happens soon — if it happens in the middle of all of this—" She paused. "Will this camp be safe enough? For them? After everything?" Sable was quiet for a moment. "Vaska will make it safe," she said. "That's what she does. Whatever comes through that southern approach — she'll deal with it and the camp will still be standing after." She said it with the flat certainty of someone who had watched Vaska deal with hard things before and had stopped doubting the outcome. "Your children will be born somewhere safe. I believe that." "I want to believe it too," Aria said. "Then believe it," Sable said. "Start there and work forward." They stood in the quiet for another moment. The camp moved behind them — controlled and purposeful, the sound of wolves taking positions and supplies being shifted and Vaska's preparations settling into their final shape before dawn. "Sable," Aria said. "Hm." "Thank you," Aria said. "For coming out here. For—" She paused. "For all of it actually. Since we arrived. You didn't have to be kind to us and you were." Sable looked at her for a moment. "I wasn't being kind," she said. "I was being practical. A Moonshard healer in this camp is useful. A Moonshard healer who trusts the camp is more useful." She paused. "Making sure you didn't feel entirely alone was practical." "That's a very Sable way of accepting a thank you," Aria said. "I thought so," Sable said. Aria looked at her for a long moment. Then she looked back south one final time — at the dark peaks, at the ward's faint shimmer in the early grey light, at everything that was coming and everything that was already here. "I should go back inside," she said. "Yes," Sable said. "You should." Aria turned and walked back toward the shelter. She had almost reached the door when Sable spoke again behind her. "Aria." She stopped and looked back. Sable was still facing south, her arms folded, her voice carrying back without her turning around. "You won't be alone," she said. "When it happens. Whatever happens." She paused. "I promise you that." Aria looked at her back for a moment. Then she nodded once even though Sable couldn't see it and went inside. --- The fire was low when she got back. Elara was on her cot — not sleeping, just still, her staff across her knees and her eyes at the ceiling. She looked at Aria when she came in but didn't ask where she had been. Aria sat on her cot and pressed both palms against her stomach. Liora pressed back. Slow and steady as always. Veyr was still. She looked at Elara. "He's very close now," she said quietly. "I know," Elara said. "Can you feel it? Through the ward?" "I can feel a great many things through the ward tonight," Elara said carefully. "Most of them I'd rather not." Aria looked at the fire. The bond sat in her chest warm and constant and completely unhelpful about what she was supposed to do with it. She had been managing it for weeks — acknowledging it without following it, feeling it without letting it make decisions for her. Tonight that was harder than it had ever been. Her wolf had been disturbed too but weak. "Elara," she said. "Don't," Elara said gently. "I wasn't going to do anything," Aria said. "I know," Elara said. "I'm saying don't decide anything tonight either. Don't decide how you feel about him being close. Don't decide what it means or what you're going to do when he actually gets to that border." She looked at Aria steadily. "Tonight you rest. Tomorrow you deal with what tomorrow brings."