Greatwater Lake Knock em down, strip em back boys

He stirred, which had been her sole goal to start with. He was alive, and his instincts were intact. But she did not yet allow herself to feel relieved. Gannet, she breathed in between his hacking up water. What can I do? she asked next. She was no medic, but he would know the way his body felt. Did he need rest? Did he need her nearness to warm him, from the frigid waters? She took a single step toward him with that thought in mind, but still gave him space. Lyra had told her all about disorient, and she did not want to feel his fangs due to it.