Chapter 25
Healing from a Hag
Khaidu wandered through something like fog and water mixed into one. She kept trying to get out, or up, or underneath—she couldn’t quite understand which. In rare moments when she seemed to awaken, everything hurt, and she willingly plunged back underneath, into the comfortable murk. Sometimes she sensed that she was not moving, and it jarred her back into the real world. These moments were nearly always at night.
At night, she had longer periods of lucidity. She saw Aglaia as the wolf sleeping by her on the forest floor, and she knew her. But the rest of what she saw disturbed her. Khaidu had never in her life seen a tree grow higher than her head. And now she was surrounded by dark giants that loomed over her and seemed to reach for her whenever she turne
