“Is that why you’re here?” Ciaran asked. “To save us from his mistake?”
“I came here to find you,” Brenna said. Abruptly, she turned away from the beach and headed back toward the medic camps. She knelt beside Niamh and drew the knife from her belt, sliced open her palm.
“It’s bizarre whenever you do that,” Niamh said, but then Brenna pressed a hand to her shoulder and Niamh’s eyes fluttered closed. “I take it back. It’s fantastic when you do that.”
Dolan’s voice broke Ciaran’s musing.
“Will your healers lend us aid?”
Ciaran turned, saw the injured village men.
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