Cullen's mouth twitches.

"That's something." Quietly. "At least there's that."

At the next crossroads, a faded sign points the way to Honnleath. Cullen takes the opposite direction, and then eases off the road and through an overgrown field. Fenceposts are still visible, here and there.

"It looks like it's supposed to, this time of year."

The wind and some crows are the only noise.

"Apart from all of this lying fallow."