"What about Selwin?" My voice sounded croaky, harsh. I swallowed heavily then added, "Did she reform okay?"
His gaze flicked briefly past me. "Almost."
Almost? Oh, fuck! "What have I done to her?"
I tried to get up, but his grip on my fingers tightened, pushing me back down and keeping me still.
"There is no major damage. She is merely missing a few minor appendages. It could have been much worse, believe me."
I closed my eyes. Minor appendages? Like what? God, he was right, it could have been much worse, but that didn’t make it any better. Didn’t make me feel any better.
Especially when the groaning became hysterical screaming.
"We need to get her back to the Brindle," I said, my voice almost lost in the wash of noise.
He nodded. "I’ll take her. You follow on your motorcycle when you are well enough."
I pulled my hand from his, pushing backward and upright. The sudden movement made my head swim, and my stomach rose abruptly. I swallowed bile and forced a smile. "I’ll be right behind you in Aedh form."
"Risa, you are in no condition—"
"I need to see this sorted out," I cut in, a little surprised by the anger in my voice, and not entirely sure if its cause was guilt over my actions or his obvious concern about me. I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get back to the business of finding the damn keys."
His expression lost its warmth. He studied me for a moment, then said, "And the sooner we do that, the sooner you will have me out of your life?"
I eyed him warily. "It’s what we both want."
"Yes."