6
LYANIS
Ourellus rushed forwards and helped her up, taking her over to a fallen tree and letting her rest against it. Then he took a flask of tea from their bags and poured her a cup. She took it gratefully, her hands shaking, and sipped it slowly.
As Thordric watched her, he saw her skin was not pale, tanned, or brown like most people’s, but a silvery grey colour. He blinked, sure that it was just the light, but no matter which way he looked at her, her skin stayed the same.
Eventually her shaking subsided enough for her to raise her head, taking in all the faces staring at her. ‘Ourellus…is it really you?’ she asked, her voice low, yet somehow reminding Thordric of birdsong. It carried the same sort of strength that he’d noticed in her face while she’d been frozen.
But it wasn’t Ou
