"I don't know if thee can," she whispers. She's avoided even thinking about, or tried, the same way she'd tried to avoid being a burden to them all, but ka is cruel and it won't be denied.

"There's no--"

(peace)

"--we knew, all of us did, when we felt the ka-shume, do'ee ken? Before. And mayhap this is just part of it after, I never would have felt it, the first time--"

Since she'd been the one to die, breaking their ka-tet.

"--and if so then I'd best set myself to it and endure, but then fin de año, and now it's Reap, and --"

Susan shakes her head, reaching up with one hand to grab a fistful of her hair and pull on it, confirming its presence still.

"I keep feeling it. I've no idea why, but I do. I could smell the smoke and ash when I woke, Caspian, I couldn't stay for it."