Third Person point of view
The rogue's body was already disappearing into the mud behind them.
Sonita did not look back at it. She was looking at the man standing in front of her, the rain coming down between them, his green eyes fixed on her face, and Helen's name still hanging in the air where he had left it.
The warmth was still there. She could not make it go away by deciding to. It just sat in her chest alongside the cold. Both of them stayed. She pushed past both and straightened up.
"Why are you looking for her?" she said.
He looked at her without answering immediately. Not the silence of someone who had not heard her. The silence of someone deciding how much to give.
