“Oh, you are not, not fine at all,” she retorted, trying to hold him in place with one hand while healing him with the other. “Nahgflint’s aim has improved, don’t you think?” She must have put more pressure on Kimar’s shoulder when she said this because he flinched, arched his back away from her and moaned. “Be still, will you?” Ercen said.
“Alright, then.” He relented and became instantly motionless. Peter would have taken him for a statue, except for the events of the past day.
Peter watched Ercen for a while longer, putting her hands on Kimar the way she had on his own glass-sliced hand a few hours earlier.
Just a few feet away, Danielle lay sleeping on a bed of straw, embraced tightly by Amy, who had been observing Peter with half-shut eyes. “Everything OK?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes, Hon,” he replied quietly. “It looks like Ercen can heal up Kimar’s wounds…even as serious as they appear to me. But then, what do I know?” He looked over at Ercen for a moment. “You see, look at the way…” When he glanced back at his wife, he saw her breathing slowly, sound asleep, with a gentle smile on her face. He knew she was both exhausted and greatly relieved to have their daughter safe again.
Now that Kimar had accepted his treatment, and Ercen was in the thick of administering it to him, Peter decided there wasn’t any reason for him to stay awake any longer, either. Feeling his legs threatening to cramp up from his extreme run home earlier in the evening and the countless crazy events that followed, he stretched himself out ramrod straight on the straw bed just behind Amy. Quickly, he drifted off to sleep, encircling Amy and Danielle with his outstretched arm.
Nestled against the rock above Danielle’s head lay the plastic case protecting the Key of Kahrnahrgx. There was no glow coming from it.
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