ETAN
Borsche and Falek took hold of Ayleth's mother as Quwan and Etan dropped to Ayleth's side on the grass.
"Help her, please!" Etan pleaded. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Ayleth, please breathe my love—please!"
Ayleth, gaping like a fish, kept pawing at his arms, reaching for him, but her face was wide with fear and she made no sound.
"What's wrong with her?" Etan screamed at Quwan. "What did that bitch do?"
Quwan muttered calmly to Falek and Borsche to remember their focus and the two men nodded, but their eyes were wide, then he turned to Ayleth. He examined her, lifting her hands and whispering things Etan couldn't catch, then turned back to look at her mother again.
"Extend your hand," the former wizard commanded her, his voice ringing with authority.
