" I don’t want to be rude,” he said, “but I need to know about Cyra.”
Ara folded her hands over her stomach. “What about Miss Noavek?”
“Is she…?” He couldn’t quite say the word.
“She is alive.”
He closed his eyes, just for a tick letting himself think about her again. She was lively in his memories, fighting in the training room like war was a dance, searching windows into black space like they were paintings. She made ugly things beautiful, somehow, and he would never understand it. But she was alive. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)