So had Dinah. Maybe she would again. Eventually.

"We got him into the sled. And to a Healer." Dinah let out a long shaky breath. "The girl didn't make it." She burrowed further under the sheets and comforter, needing warmth, please. Trying not to remember her family crying. "The man-- that was Denys. He wasn't there. He died weeks before that." Her throat was dry. "The witchstorm didn't catch us."