The stars had whirled and changed by the time Re-l found a handy crevasse to tuck herself into. She was pale and tired, but at least she'd made up for lost distance. And the marks around her suggested other pilgrims had also made it this far.

She wondered if she should erase her tracks. It would be sensible, but then who was going to follow her, out here? She couldn't imagine any interest the supposed-angel would have in tagging after her.

Re-l shrugged the warm blanket over her shoulders, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.