Castor was tired. Six long months had taken its toll on her, and even with time unwinding, it nevertheless had left evidence of it's passage. It could be seen in the tight lines of stress along her face, and in the dark bags that hung heavy under her eyes.

But here she was, keeping her gaze on the endless blue of the sky, awaiting the moment it changes.

"I ain't lettin' anyone worth savin' die today."