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He didn’t break from his spell until he was thrown. Ashlar stumbled away in a fog, but through his panic, something finally rose to the surface. Stop the bleeding. He could almost hear Gannet’s voice in his ear.

Ashlar cast around desperately until he found a patch of ground that seemed more thawed. He dug furiously until he hit mud and, mechanically, took up a mouthful. He still felt outside of his body, a bystander looking on, but at least he was moving.

He was barely aware of the others as he pushed to Avicus’ side and lifted her, aware somewhere that it might help her to breath as he plastered the mud on the wound. I need more. Someone’s voice… his? His.

He wouldn’t survive this. His heart couldn’t handle being ripped from his chest twice.

You can’t. He wasn’t above begging. If he could slit his own throat and give her the life coursing through his veins, he would, but he didn’t have the skill. Of course he didn’t. Please. He held the mud in place as well as he could, trying his best not to shake and fall to pieces. Gannet could never have prepared him for this.