Too much could be dangerous. She prudently set the shell aside. “How do you feel now?” she urged.
Mac levered himself up on one elbow, and a bewildered frown darkened his mobile features. “I feel—fine,” he admitted, shaking his head. “What happened?”
“You nearly bled to death, that’s what happened!” She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Fortunately it was a clean cut. But I need to find out what caused it.”
“’Riah, no!” he protested, catching her hand. “You can’t go in there, it’s not safe! The darkness, the voices…”
She laid a worried hand on his forehead, but the deadly clammy chill had passed. “Mac, the cave entrance isn’t dark. And I didn’t hear any voices when I pulled you out. I’ll be fine. You just rest.”
She pressed a reassuring kiss against his forehead, and rose to her feet.
