Are you content? Echoes through her mind, all-consuming. Images surface and disappear like birds taking flight. Stars. Caleban descending from the stars. A wyvern in flight. Mooncalves. Loriens dying under the afternoon sun. Her sketches, both bitter and sweet. Do you weep for them? Do you weep for yourself? Are you content? Are you content? Are you content? Are you content?

They don't talk about it.

She doesn't eat. She doesn't sleep. She just breathes and burns and burns.   Irene wants to talk to her.

“Again?” Eunwoo murmurs. A voice giggles in response, body stumbling in, and even in the dark Eunwoo catches Jieqiong just fine. “You—”  

They can settle the intricacies later. This is all that matters.