Duck Lake Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved

He made it as far as the lake. Lestan would have killed him if he'd stayed a moment longer, and might still even now. Tybault had lost too much blood, far too much. His own knowledge of medicine was limited but it didn't take a doctor to know that it was a miracle he hadn't collapsed yet. It wasn't adrenaline that kept him going at this point.
It was the icy feeling in his chest, as if everything under his ribs had frozen solid. The feeling was his anchor. Tybault stopped to look out over the lake, aware of the way blood trickled from his torn face even now. He would need to find the twins, and then... and then...
Then he would go back to the island.