" Fiske came to sit beside me, handing me the last of our bread, and I took it, turning it over in my hands. He leaned closer to the flames, stretching his fingers out against the heat and then curling them into his palms. He always changed in the firelight. The look of his face was harsh. Like the way I remembered him when I first saw him in Aurvanger. But that seemed so long ago. Now, the look that had once made the fight rise up in me broke me down. Peeled me back. "

― Adrienne Young , Sky in the Deep (Sky and Sea, #1)