"There's hope, though? Life goes on after this, and Corone survives to rebuild, right? What all did the prophet--Nenkulor, what all did Nenkulor say about the explosion?

Is there anything we can do to help?"

Kirin lifted his chin, refusing to be daunted in the face of the world-ending disaster. He was young, sure, but that just meant that this new upturning of his world would be just another stepping stone of many. Prophecies weren't made for the future, they were made for the now. They were promises of things to come after, to bring hope.

He couldn't think of any situation where hope might be needed more than this one.

He has more questions--so many more questions, he didn't even know divination and prophecy were things that existed before this--but he's cut off by a wave of exhaustion that tears a yawn from him. He's been on the run for days, even before this, and the eruption, injury, and subsequent rescue have left him running on his last legs.

"Sorry-- I'm gonna just... I need to sleep a little. Give me a couple hours?"