61: Betrayal
“We should be safe here,” Seamus decides, eyes frantic, as he gently lays Kyrie at the base of an ancient tree, far enough from the river that they cannot hear the rushing water or any noise from the battle they suspect is ongoing. “You’re going to be all right, Kyrie. I promise. Aeowyn, you know healing spells, right?” “Not memorized,” Aeowyn confesses, tears leaking from her eyes. “Kyrie, why? Why would you—” “No one…hurts my friends,” Kyrie breathes. There’s still fire in her eyes, but it’s clear that the gash from the Terror of Blackened Name is taking its toll on her. She gestures wanly to the pouch at her hip. “The scrolls….” “Shhh. I’ll find something. Don’t talk. Just rest,” Seamus tells her, already rummaging through her bag. Aeowyn searches her own scrolls, but she can hardly
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