It made a pitiful spray in the raging rapids and was gone in a breath. There was a sudden escalation to pandemonium, silenced almost as suddenly as hands were clamped over hysterical mouths. Hefted to safety at the base of the tree, Anthony could do little but stem the bleeding from his own leg and take stock of the situation.
Iona and Derek were struggling to restrain Tirion and Taryn, convulsing as they were, their wails of grief stifled by hands clamped over their mouths. Yvonnya had flung herself, overcome, into the soft comfort of Pyrs staggered grasp. She shook bodily in his strong grip, but made no sound. Unsure what else to do, Saran shaken from her indignation, clung to them both like the mother of frightened children.
Sunin had yet to take in the situation, clearly still taken
