22. JourneyingAeronwy stumbled and Andor darted to her side, catching her hand. She leaned heavily on him, and pulled herself up straight.
“I’m fine,” she said, slipping her hand away.
Hesitantly, Andor stepped back. She had said the same thing the last twenty times she had fallen, though by now it was probably more than twenty. He had lost count over the course of the day.
Aeronwy caught his sceptical look. “I’m unused to walking, that’s all,” she said. “I’ve spent all my life flowing through the water from place to place. It’s so much faster and easier. If only you knew how, you’d never walk anywhere again.”
Andor raised his eyebrows. “But how do you flow?”
Aeronwy gave a quiet laugh. “You can’t.”
Andor shook his head. “I know that. But what’s it like?” The River woman shrugged. “Y
