If we survived these ordeals I’d probably develop a twitch or resume the crippling nightmares that used to plague me. Maybe one day a therapist would help me unpack it all. And not some quack my parents had hired, or a wight in disguise. A peculiar one. I asked my friends if there was such a thing as a brain-mender, but they looked at me strangely, and I didn’t feel like explaining why I’d asked.
