Where the Blade Cuts the Deepest

She is everywhere he turns; in the twang of bowstrings under the young warriors' fingers as he passes by their archery training; in the cry of a Sunwing above; in the flickering flames by which he rests at night, a cup of bitter northern spirits in his hand. After the fall of Far Zenith, Kotallo returns to the Memorial Grove. He is unprepared for how much he misses Aloy.