Inhale Courage, Exhale Fear

He was concentrating on the pattern of shifting strands of magic that Megara and Sylaise were weaving, remembering what they had talked about when the duo had come to him. The line across his brow smoothed as Ruth finally noticed his string, the elfs own contribution to the undertaking, dancing alongside both her and Sylaise magic. The familiar voice of his father broke through the quiet, Mhm? though Ruth was slow to turn and answer, wanting to be certain in his next task.

Danny will be fine. He will have a large scar and a hell of a story, but he will be back, annoying Nairn and I with his perfect teeth. Slowly, he’d approach Kellam, his pace hastening once his father tried to stand.

Ruth shook his head and gritted his teeth. No. You can rest. The battle has already turned in our favour. The enemy is on the retreat now. He firmly put his father back on the stretcher. Now. If you don’t mind. I have a very complicated wake up call to perform and I’d rather not be diced into a million pieces while trying to do it. Sit.

Walking back to the threshold Ruth paused once more to take a deep breath and steady himself before beginning the exhausting task of guiding Megara out, layer by layer of her tapestry of wardings over the Vhenadahl. Sat across from her, his thumbs lay over her wrists mind following the thread of magic, his key, to helping her unbind the tapestry of defences. After a few hours Megara slumped forwards into his waiting arms, slowly pulling them to standing before turning to his father and gesturing with his head.

Alright now you can do something. Come here and let her have that stretcher. I think we can both agree she’s earned it.