But Llandry was beginning to feel the pressure. It started as a crushing tiredness that hit her all at once, draining her strength. Holding herself upright became too much; she dropped to the floor.
Hold on! There is much yet to be done.
The blood that seeped away internally, drop by drop, slowed as Pensould strove to rebuild Ynara’s broken internal functions. He too was flagging now, his own life–energy burning lower the longer the healing went on.
Llandry’s world shrank down to the simple task of drawing breath. One after another, in and out… even drawing in air came to seem almost impossible, but she hung on, grimly determined to last as long as her mother needed.
Pensould’s voice broke in on her suffering, his words weak and hard to hear. I can’t – stop the bleeding, entirely. The
