“What if I can’t reach a shore to call from?” Alba asked. He didn’t mean for it to sound so frightened, hating himself. Hating how he’d felt like nothing but a pathetic, whimpering child for days, made weak by the world after so many years hardened into something that could withstand it. As if meeting Eridanys was his final undoing. “Then I will beseech the sea to rise high enough for me to reach you,” Eridanys said without hesitation. “And I think she would listen.”
