"Apparently not," Irhya says, throat dry. "I think I'll be all right until we get back, though. Just think of it as more to try my magic on."

She's good at ignoring the pain in favor of holding fast, for other people's sake. Too good, perhaps, for the wounds still bleed sluggishly under her sleeve, staining it dark red.

"What about you?" she asks, directed at Hythlodaeus. "Will you be all right? I know it probably scares you a bit..."