Kane secured Lira's wrists with a strip torn from his own shirt before she'd finished catching her breath.
"You're not going anywhere," he said.
"I couldn't if I wanted to," Lira said, voice hoarse. "Something's gone. I can feel it gone."
Senna dropped to her knees beside Talyn, checking his pulse, his eyes, running through the same fast assessment she gave every wounded fighter that came through her door. "Talyn. Talyn, look at me."
Talyn's eyes found her slowly, still shaking. "I'm fine. I think I'm fine."
"You're not fine, you just had a binding ritual fired directly into your chest," Senna said. "Sit still."
Kane hauled Lira to her feet, one hand locked around her bound wrists, and walked her toward the clinic wall where he could keep her in view while the fighting on the east ro
