"The Four in Flight...." The words are more a breath than anything, even as she swallows again. This time, the lump is bigger; this time, there's a very real chill as memories, old and faded, are dredged up.

She pushes them away just as fast. She doesn't want to remember that spring and its Empress Tide Storm and the thing that had been washed into Pallet on it.

"Who." It's not a question and as shaken as she is, she needs to know. "Who's missing, Nita."