I was drowning in a river no living body should touch, and above me, very far away, Wynn was screaming my name.
"Renna. RENNA. Come back, come back, I can't reach you, tell me how to reach you..."
That was the thing that saved me. Not my own strength. Hers.
Because I had spent three nights teaching Wynn to feel the crossings, the way the Wend had taught me, and she had learned faster than any soul in four hundred years, and now, with my body face-down in the Stormfell snow and my soul pinned on the grey bank by a trap built to hold exactly one keeper, Wynn stopped screaming and did the thing I had shown her.
She reached in.
I felt her arrive on the bank beside me the way you feel the sun come out. A second living soul where no living soul should stand. The child's small bewildered gho
