Naerin opened his eyes. Wait, that was wrong, he wasn’t supposed to open his eyes. He’d died protecting Siana and he wasn’t supposed to open his eyes. He looked around, blearily, feeling weaker than he ever had in his life and watched the rest of the beach climb to their feet. This wasn’t right, none of this was right. It wasn’t until Pryderin moved his enormous bulk and shimmered back into his human form that he thought to look down.

Siana was laying on the stones, ...