Inej steps softly behind Cassandra, all three of them letting the hound take point and lead them toward a jutted tower of debris. She sends up a prayer to her Saints as she edges closer to inspect it.

“Hello?” she calls out, just in case someone is there to hear her. Something shifts. Small, easily missable except that they’re all this close. “If you can hear me, you’re all right, we’ll get you out.” Either she’s talking to ghosts or just offered someone a shining beacon of hope— either way, she starts moving the smaller pieces of the pile away first.