She felt hollow, rather than satiated.
Perhaps we should rest and gather our strength before we venture forward.
Closer to Zanarkand, and the end.
I can't take him past the Fayth Scar.
Everyone's pace had slowed down to a crawl, and even Auron in all of his gear looked miserable.
Staves and rods, broken and splintered against the dark mountain stone.
The weight of the journey was just too heavy for her indignation.
The Fayth Scar kept most people away even without the threat of Kimahri and the remaining Ronso guarding the mountain's sacred ground.