that evil morning when they were murdered, left to carry the image," Brynn finished.
"Brynn Dharielle," Tsolona breathed.
"You are that little girl?" Barachuk asked, then he nodded, scrutinizing her. ?The age is appropriate."
"Poor girl," said Tsolona, in a voice that was both sympathetic and strong, resigned to the harsh realities of life. She moved closer and put her hand on Brynn's arm in the same manner she had done to Barachuk a bit earlier.
Brynn shrugged and let it all go, holding her strong expression and pos-ture and refusing to allow herself to bring back that terrible image. There was no room for any show of weakness, here, no time to allow her pain to transfer into anything other than that simmering and determined anger that drove her on in her mission.
"I left Kayleen Kek, alone, the next day," Brynn explained. ?I know noth-in