Doing That

They made it to her bower quickly.

“Keep your sword handy,” Brenna said. “Now light a fire while I fill this bowl.”

Ciaran lit the kindling in the stone circle with little more than a thought. Beside him, Brenna had cut herself again, and water was streaming from her palm into the bowl.

“Should you keep doing that?” Ciaran asked. “You’ll do yourself a harm if you keep losing so much blood.” He reached for her wrist once the water stopped flowing. “Let me bandage --”

Brenna snatched her hand back. “No. Look into the water. You can see your mother.”