I followed his motions. Slowly, the stabbing pain in my sternum lessened. The awful pressure released. Theros stopped howling. He moaned weakly as he slowly sat up, still twitching in the sand. “Great job, you’re doing it,” Patro said as he rubbed my back. “Just like that, good girl. I’m so proud of you.” I leaned into his touch. “She—she—she was . . .” Theros stammered as he crawled away from me. Foam still dripped out the side of his mouth.
