Sawtooth Spire when everything was broken, the devil hit his second stride

Wylla frantically considered every possibility for Phaedra’s behaviour. She’d never known this level of dehydration before. This was like the salt sickness that afflicted those who drank from the ocean, but she couldn’t remember any salt water in the mountains. Unless–

Her train of thought went off the rails when Phaedra fell again. She was at her daughter’s side in an instant. Thankfully, the girl came to pretty quickly, muttering nonsense that made Wylla frown. How the hell did she know about her brothers?

I have two brothers, she said slowly. Was Phaedra seeing them on the other side of mortality’s veil? That thought was far too spooky for her tastes. She shuddered. Had. She might’ve told Phaedra a little about Ingram and Lycaon then, but her daughter’s condition was far too perilous. Maybe some other time. Baby, wait right here, okay? I’ll be right back. She tore herself from her pup’s side and sprinted into the trees where she knew moss still grew abundantly.

She returned minutes later with a green bundle in her jaws, soaked so heavily with water that it dribbled between her teeth. Please, Phaedra, she implored, offering the moss to her daughter, drink.