Ryna backed to the back of the ship. She wasn't able t fight. She couldn't. Her vows.
Ryna went very still and slipped down to the deck.
Her left eye flared gold for half a heartbeat, then dimmed.
"…No," she whispered.
Her fingers tightened in the fabric of her greatcoat, her knuckles paling as a bright, luminous Thread pulled taut and snapped.
Ryna inhaled sharply, like the breath had been knocked out of her.
For a moment, she didn't move. Didn't speak. She just knelt on the deck there, staring at nothing, as if listening to a sound no one else can hear.
When she finally spoke, her voice was small and unsteady.
"…a small light... no..."
She started to cry.