He knelt down beside me. “Aro’el,” he said. “Can you hear me?” “I’m in the whale,” I murmured. “Half fish. Half bird. All sea.” “Your runescars are not shining.” And I felt his hand on my forehead, brushing my cheek, smoothing my damp hair. His touch was music, a song I longed to sing. I just didn’t know the tune. “What have I done to you?” “Lost,” I said. It was hard to speak with words, not rune. “I think I’m lost.” “Moons, what have I done?” The muscles of his jaw rippled as he thought. He reached for the ropes that secured my hands. He burned them free and gathered me in his arms. “It’s
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