Blackfeather Woods You looked at death in a tarot card

Perhaps it was his delerium induced by his flight through the dark caves, but when the pale stranger approached and began to investigate him and Shisu, Mou could only think one thing — Maegi. This stranger looked so much like his friend that he almost murmured, M'gee! but instead, as he opened his mouth, he gasped like a fish out of water and pressed against Shisu for comfort. His limbs trembled, but he wasn't afraid. Maybe he should have been.

The girl spoke and tried to clarify things, and Mou looked at her with unhindered fondness, knowing he was indebt to this kind soul in the same way he was indebted to Undersea.

H'lo, he gasped, trying a greeting and hearing the grating tone of his voice across his dry throat. He should be conserving what little strength he had left, but he implored the pale woman with an intense one-eyed look, Please help me, please, let me stay.