No change in Maya. It’s so frustrating to just watch her lying so still in that cold place when all I want to do is scoop her up in my arms and carry her back into daylight. I dreamed about that last night, dreamed I was back in the tunnel and standing over her while she slowly regained consciousness. It was a cruel, disorientating dream. When I awoke and saw the first rays of dawn creeping over this shattered forest, I screamed with rage and cursed this place with all my might. Kanar soothed me. He said that Gerridian had poisoned this place with wicked influences, and that it was possibly one of those influences that caused the dream in the first place. I don’t fully understand what he means by ‘influences’ but I think he means it’s some malevolent side effect from Gerridian’s magic.
We met up with Sara and Armbranch early this morning. It was no great surprise to learn that they’d suffered from these wicked influences, too—albeit in a more physical way. Something attacked them yesterday morning. Sara had a broken arm and her face was bruised and puffed up. Armbranch is missing two fingers. He says they were bitten off by an ‘invisible’ creature. They’ve started regenerating already, and he was in such a cheerful mood to see us he was able to joke about it, said his flesh was so sour it would give whatever took them a bellyache for a month. Sara was less happy. When she heard that Gerridian had fled, a cloud formed in her eyes and she sat alone for the next half hour just staring into space before pulling herself together and asking about Maya.
I found it strangely easy to tell her there was no change. And I haven’t checked in at least fifteen minutes. It’s coming to the point that I dread looking at the webcam because I can’t stand looking at her like that any more.