“What if she doesn’t get better?” Egeria voices the question everyone is thinking, especially me. Griffin strokes my hair. “She will.” “But what if she doesn’t?” Egeria insists. Boots stomp, and the door creaks open. “Kato! Flynn! Get a healer in here!” Egeria’s muttering tells me this ground has already been covered. Repeatedly. “They can’t do anything, Griffin.” “They’re not trying!” he snaps.
