Together they went. Days went by, and then weeks. The air grew steadily warmer and wetter, and the kalona proved as good as his word. Rezo did not awake any nights to find fangs at his throat. Day by day he grew more convinced that he had made the correct decision. Even if he was delivering himself into a nest of kalonas with dark intentions, if it was restored vision that was the prize, it was worth it.
Even if he let himself be pulled crevasse that was darker than twilight, it was worth it.
