Freyr took sips of the water, not wanting to choke. But it was April... He'd missed Autumn and Winter, he'd missed Christmas, he'd missed so many things.
"Don't blame yourself," he said, once his throat was less like a dusty riverbed. "I was tricked too. Since the end of September... It pretended to be a woman I know, we slept together, and once I was asleep it strangled me and took my face. I've been down there ever since..." He put a hand to his face, trying to reconcile the lost time.