[Gideon]
Evander, Antigone, and Rainy are standing in front of us ringed in shadow, a layer of steam rising from their clothing as their bodies adjust to the difference in temperature between the subterranean Fae Realm and the surface world. The three of them look ragged and tired as if they were running to catch up with us the entire way from Arcata to here. And maybe they had.
"Evander," I walk forward. "Whatever are you doing out of bed?"
I am glad to see my friend but also worried. We only sent him to Faerie a few hours ago completely unconscious and so damaged that Antigone could do nothing to help him. Now he is standing in front of us, looking ready to go into battle, although based on the bandages covering his face he is far from healed.
As if reading my thoughts he replies,
