"She's still breathing," Corvin said sharply, fingers pressed against Serrin's throat, urgency cutting through his own pain. "Barely. But breathing."
"That's not enough," Ivy said, hands still pressed hard against the wound, blood slick and warm against her palms despite everything she was doing to stem it. "We need to get her somewhere with real healers, now, before"
"There's a healer's cottage two miles south," Serrin's voice, barely audible, cut through the panic. Her eyes had cracked open again, fever-bright but present. "Old woman. Doesn't ask questions about who shows up bleeding at her door. I used to." A pained, fractured breath. "I used to go there as a child, when court politics got too vicious even for me."
"You can direct us there," Kaelan said, already working to fashion a
