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That was that: they were the Psithurism Willows. Atreus’s heart smiled.

But his ankle still hurt pretty badly. The strain showed on his face. The moss’s effect seemed to lessen as the minutes passed. He shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to complain or make Amalia feel bad, though he wished there was something more they could do for the pain.

I don’t know when you want to go to Akashingo but don’t worry about leaving me here. I’ll probably just try to sleep. He paused. Maybe you should tell them I broke my leg. It feels like it, and it would probably sound like a better excuse than simply twisting his ankle.