Blacktail Deer Plateau frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors

Hearing his brother's voice for the first time in weeks made Peregrine sob all the harder, big fat tears of happiness rolling down his cheeks as he lifted his head now and looked into Atticus's eyes again. It was clear that he hadn't snapped back to his original state just like that, though this astounding improvement gave Peregrine hope that his brother might fully recover in time. And he let himself hope now. This was only retrograde amnesia or something and soon he would be back with them in his full capacity.

"You," Peregrine said at length, his voice choked with emotion. His eyes were fixed on the Healer's face now. "You brought him back. You never wavered." Peregrine pressed himself to his feet and buried his face in Blue Willow's ruff. "Thank-you. Thank-you for loving my brother and bringing him back to me, Willow."