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It took a while to get everyone back to the house and tucked in for the night. Spin had managed to find a wheelbarrow and, as inelegant as it was, we got Benyst back to the house. He and Noiryn were now sleeping in a room on the ground floor. Nobody wanted to risk dragging Benyst up the stairs. Once Noiryn got her hands on him, Benyst improved almost immediately. I offered to heal his wounds, but he refused.
“Bruises fade quickly for my kind,” was all he said. Then Noiryn closed the bedroom door without a word.
I went up to my own room, but I couldn't sleep. The gargoyles were curled up beside me, their heads on the pillow, the rest of them tucked under the blankets. They snuggled close together, their little noses almost touching in the moonlight. They had initially wanted to curl
