In the clutching haze of my fear, I was startled to see that Killian was helping him. He’d tossed his lean, blue-green arm around Oaken’s bare green waist, letting my cousin use his smaller body as a sort of crutch. I dimly remembered Oaken shouting a hurried explanation at Killian as we’d taken off. Killian must have known that, at least in this moment of disaster, Oaken was someone to trust.
