“Gwynfor," Selmas croaks, pulling himself free of Byrin's arms and falling on his hands and knees next to her. His arms shake. “Oh, Gods, Gwnfor."
“Is she—?" Byrin asks, hesitant.
“I don't know," Selmas admits. He looks up, desperately. They're alone on the platform, the rest of the teenagers having left during the fight, and the Chieftain is trying to put everything into a semblance of order, mostly concerned with Sythe and the panicking people below them.
“She's breathing," Byrin says, and Selmas looks closer. He's right. Gwynfor's chest is still moving, even as the rest of her is immobile. “What did you do?"
“Nothing!" Selmas says, “Nothing, I just… I told her to stop."
“Then tell her to stop stopping!" Byrin exclaims, which sounds like an absolutely useless idea, but Selmas i
