"Background noise. Right. Eventually you get used to the birdsong or the noise of the market. I guess it'll be the same." She takes a breath and leans back a little, her mouth closed in a tight-lipped line. Stars. What would she focus on? She half-closes her eyes and tries to focus on something, to center herself. The sensation of a bow being pulled taut passes into imposing mountains that rise imposingly into the sky.

"I'm trying."