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Syl floated over to Lopen as he arrived. She waited for a moment, until he was done talking to Kaladin, then made herself visible to him.
“Psst, Lopen,” she whispered, floating closer to his ear then necessary.
“Yeah, Gancho?”
“I need you to keep an eye on Kaladin.”
“Just one?”
“Ha! But seriously. I’m worried. He’s-”
“I got it. No problem.”
Syl nodded and flew away, looking for her next target.
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Syl drifted through the war camps, searching for something specific. Some one specific. She drifted off briefly, distracted by the bright colors of a cloth merchant, before finally spotting her target. She found him in a large group holding chouta and walking towards the barracks.
“Moash!”
He turned towards her, his expression instantly turning grim.
“What happened? Is Kaladin ok?”
“I think he’s falling asleep. He could barely keep his head up when I left.”
“So…”
“So I need you there to convince him to sleep. And carry him if he collapses.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t just let him do this? He’ll eventually run himself into the ground, and maybe learn his lesson.”
“No, he won’t. You know Kaladin.”
“Yeah, I do,” Moash sighed, taking another bite of his chouta. “I’m coming.”
“Thank you, Moash.”
He grunted in response, signaling to the group and following her.
Syl flew back through the war camps, dodging people’s heads and hands, though she really didn’t need to. She periodically looked back, making sure Moash wasn’t too far behind. He grunted back at her, waving his hand dismissively. As she flew, she saw a strange shift in the fabric on the side of a tent. She paused. It was a pattern. A… a cryptic.
“Hey! You! Stop!” she yelled, taking off after it.
The thing heard her and fled, moving along the tent, then the ground. She chased it, trying to keep track of the shifting lines. It moved away from Kholin’s tents, leading her into a different faction. Sebarian? Why Sebarian?
“Come back!” Sy shouted, following it. Suddenly, she stopped in the air, her stomach churning. She felt… fear. Dread. Terror. Kaladin .
She turned away from the thing and flew as fast as she could through the warcamps, trying to find her way to Kaladin.
She ducked through the halls, finally getting to his post, and flew close to him, trying to find the problem. He was leaning against the wall, clearly asleep, but his eyes were scrunched shut and he was breathing heavily.
“Kaladin!” she yelled, trying to get his attention, to snap him out of whatever twisted nightmare he was having. He didn’t respond, only twitched his head slightly.
“Kaladin!!! Wake up!”
No response, just a new, helpless feeling blossoming in her (nonexistent) gut.
“KALADIN! PLEASE!”
He twitched, turning towards her. She summoned all her strength and screamed into his ear.
“KALADIN! WAKE UP!”
Finally, finally, he gasped awake, screaming.
“TIEN!”