( She leaned into his touch, eyes shut for a brief moment before fluttering open again. She would assume his lack of a response meant he didn't hate the gifts, at least.)

About what happened? Sure. A month or so ago - maybe before that? I'm never good with time - something called the Waning was happening. The locals were acting strange, telling us to adorn these sigils on our skin with graveyard dirt. Anyone who didn't was possessed by ghosts. On top of that, everyone was seeing visions and hallucinations of their worst fears for days.