“How many?” Jonas asked.

“I don't know. A lot. Twenty?” She waved the vest in front of her. “Rowan said we might need this.” Despite alarm widening her eyes, disgust still twisted her lips at the bloodied garment. Clearly, she wouldn't be wearing it any time soon.

Jonas wasn't much use in the middle of a scuffle, but he could still throw a knife or two. He pushed himself to stand and waved for her to hand it to him.

“It can't be known that I'm here.” Gaemil, too, stood. Grim. “If I get involved, there can be no Turhmos witnesses.”

Jonas slipped the vest over his shoulders. What he smelled like right now hardly mattered. He pulled two knives and held them out to Karlani. “You with us?”

She hesitated a moment, like she thought she had a choice, then she took the knives.

“You're gonna have to get in the middle of it. It's the only place you'll make a difference.”

Lips pressed tight, Karlani nodded and turned back out the door.

“We were meant to build defences,” Llew muttered. “And have you fixed. We're not ready.” But she stood, rested a hand on a knife blade. She was as ready as she would have to be.

“We're ready,” Jonas assured her.

Anya let slip a strange mix of a gasp and denial and Jonas fixed his attention on her and Elka. “You two stay put. No matter what happens. They won't hurt you if you're hunkered down in here.”

Elka nodded solemnly. Anya's usual must-do-something stress response had her eyes darting around, but she conceded, relaxing a little at having a clear instruction to follow.

To Gaemil, Jonas said, “Keep to the rear. Let Llew, Karlani, Alvaro, Rowan, and your guards lead the fight. I'll support where I can.”

Jonas grabbed one of his crutches.

By the time he, Llew, and Gaemil stepped outside, Rowan, Alvaro and Gaemil's other guards had reached the house. Alvaro darted inside for his sword. Rowan had grabbed a machete with a light dusting of rust from a shed. Jonas hoped it still had an edge. Surely, Rowan had checked.

The Turhmos riders gathering at the gate hesitated. Likely they had expected a weakened Jonas and Llew, maybe Rowan and Elka. Jonas couldn't recall Braph's cognitive connection in the presence of Alvaro or Karlani, and certainly not since Gaemil had arrived. These soldiers wouldn't have expected a fight at all, never mind near even.

As far as Jonas could see, the Turhmos soldiers carried only swords, ready for a close battle, which best suited their Aenuk soldiers, but he wondered how many, if any, Aenuks were in this rank. Surely, their numbers were too low to risk sending them out. They would find out soon enough.

He hopped down from the deck. Llew followed but soon placed herself to the side and in front of him. Rowan flanked his other side. Karlani and Alvaro joined their posse, leaving Gaemil to command his guards.

Jonas pulled a knife, hefted it in his hand, getting a sense of its weight. It was the same style of knife he'd been throwing for years, but it felt different in his unenhanced grip. Still, he reckoned he had the same eye he'd always had. He flipped the blade, caught it, flipped, and caught again, letting his subconscious do the necessaries to make each throw count.

Their small posse edged closer, helping to make Jonas's throws more likely to count.

The Turhmos soldiers kicked their horses forwards.

Jonas threw the knife. One of the front riders grunted, but it was only a glancing blow to an arm. Jonas drew another knife, same style, same weight, flung it. The front rider slumped in his saddle, slipped to the side. Other riders had to go around him; the confidence shaken some.

“Go, go!” He nudged Karlani with his elbow. She complied, dashing forward, pulling a rider from his horse, and plunging a knife into him, and continuing onward to find her next victim. Untrained as a soldier, she'd practiced a few mock battles with Jonas at full strength. She knew enough against these unprepared soldiers.

Llew must've thought he meant the command for her as well, for she surged into the fray. Jonas clenched his teeth. She was Syaenuk, she would survive.

Rowan and Alvaro followed the women, soon overtaking Llew, much to Jonas's relief, but it didn't keep her from the midst of the fight for long, and the opportunity for him to help from the fringes was soon lost, as his friends mingled with the enemies.

Gaemil's soldiers joined in, while the lord had the sense to remain clear of the fight. It would be over soon.

Riderless horses mingled around the fences, skittish.

Jonas lost sight of Llew.

Alvaro was locked in a sword fight with one of the soldiers, Karlani rushed past, administering a deadly blow. She did the same for Rowan's opponent.

And in what felt like mere moments, the fight was over, silence fell.

Rowan leaned over gripping his knees, catching his breath. Karlani returned to Jonas, holding out her blood-smeared knives, clearly disinterested in cleaning them herself. He took them and slid them into the vest, looking past her to measure the outcome and, yes, to check on Llew.

Alvaro was walking back towards the house, casually swinging his sword. One of Gaemil's guards lay on the ground, the others crowded around him. Going by the way he kept shifting in discomfort, he was injured, but not gravely so.

“Llew!” Anya ran from the house, passed Jonas.

He scanned the cartway, then finally found Llew's dusty form, brown trousers, brown vest on the ochre sand. Apart from lying flat on her back, she appeared unharmed. Jonas narrowed his eyes, scanned her form, and the knife handle protruding from her chest. From her heart.

“Anya?” Gaemil followed, but not in a hurry.

“Anya, stop!” Jonas hobbled forward. Fatigue washed through him. He tried to push himself harder, faster, but his prosthetic foot caught the ground wrong, and he sprawled to the ground. “Oof!”

Anya knelt beside Llew. “Llew, no!” she sobbed. She placed a hand on Llew's shoulder.

“Get the knife out of her...” Jonas was breathless, could barely project the words. “Don't touch—” But his voice only came out as a weak huff.

Anya took up one of Llew's hands. Pressed it to her lips. Not good.

“Tell Gaemil not to touch Llew's skin,” Jonas said to Karlani.

She looked at him dumbly a moment before yelling, “Don't touch the Aenuk!” and running closer to where Llew lay.

“Help me up.” Jonas reached an arm out for Alvaro, but Alvaro was already following Karlani as the gathering about Llew grew. Luckily, whatever life survived on the cartway didn't provide a direct connection between Llew and Jonas; he felt nothing to suggest he was losing jin to her.

“She's gripping me back. She's alive!” Anya exclaimed.

“Let her go,” Gaemil said.

“Rowan!” Elka called to her brother from where she now stood beside Jonas.

He jogged closer.

“I— Ow! I can't,” Anya was saying. “She won't let go.”

Jonas reached his arm out again and Rowan helped him stand, but Jonas was barely able to support his own weight. Rowan hooked Jonas's arm across his shoulder, and Jonas supported his other side on the crutch.

“Tell them to get the knife out of Llew,” Jonas said to Rowan, who relayed the message in a loud, clear voice.

Gaemil had donned leather gloves and was trying to wrench Llew's fingers from Anya. He shifted focus long enough to pull the knife free and toss it aside, then returned to his earlier task.

“It's the Aenuk reflex. You can't break that hold. Only Karlani might.” Jonas looked to Karlani.

Karlani screwed up her face. “I'm not touching a dead Aenuk.”

Anya tried to peel Llew's fingers back and let go an involuntary moan. “It stings. It's burning,” she whimpered.

“Do it!” Gaemil yelled.

“No.” Karlani folded her arms.

Gaemil caught the eye of one of his guards, gave a nod. That guard approached Karlani. She watched him, unmoving until he was right in front of her. Then she pulled her arm back and punched him. He was dead before his feet left the ground. His corpse flew back several yards, thumped to the ground. Karlani glared around at everyone, daring someone to become her next victim.

“You could stop this!” Jonas felt a flush of dizziness. He had no energy left to yell again, not if he wished to remain vertical.

“The way Llew stopped Cassidy dying?” Alvaro folded his arms and adjusted his stance nearer Karlani, making it clear he supported her choice.

“If I've caught what you have, I am not risking giving whatever I have left to her.” Karlani nodded down her nose at Llew. “You need me.”

Jonas had nothing left to stand up to Karlani, and Gaemil's remaining guards wouldn't face her again. They only had one remaining option, if they acted fast enough.

“Carry Llew to an Ajnai. Don't let anyone else make skin contact.” Jonas lifted his arm from Rowan's shoulders. “Go. Help them.”

Rowan and one of the two remaining uninjured guards took up Llew's shoulders, while the other guard lifted her feet, and Gaemil assisted Anya to stand. She looked pale.

“It's okay,” Anya said.

“It's not okay,” Gaemil snarled. “You will not die for her.”

“It's not Llew's fault,” Anya said and grimaced against the pain. She was trying to hold that in, even now trying to protect Llew from the guilt.

The group made it a few steps before Llew gasped, her body convulsing, and they nearly dropped her. Her free arm flailed, swinging up near the face of the guard holding that forearm.

“Don't let her touch you!” Jonas followed the group as fast as he could, but he was sluggish, his balance unsteady.

Anya wailed and stumbled, pulling the whole group down.

Gaemil recovered quickly, was up on his feet trying to lift Anya back to hers, yelling at the others to “Get up!” They were only a few paces from the nearest Ajnai.

Disentangling themselves from Llew's limp form, Rowan and the guards took their positions again, but Anya kept trying to slump to the ground.

“I'm sorry, Llew.” Tears trailed down Anya's cheeks, but she didn't seem to have the energy to put any emotion into her words. “You shouldn't— It's not your fault.”

“Come on, love. Not far, now.” Gaemil strained to lift her under her armpits, changed his grip to a hug, clutching her beneath her ribs, but her head hung limp. The men managed a pace, then Llew's arm dropped, her grip on Anya's hand released.

“Oh no,” Jonas muttered. Gritting his teeth once again, he manoeuvred himself forwards.

With the two women no longer linked, the men were able to move more swiftly, soon laying Llew at the base of the tree, Anya beside her. Futility.

“Gaemil, you've got gloves. Place Llew's hand against the trunk.”

Gaemil did so. “And then she can heal Anya, right?”

Jonas said nothing.

Gaemil looked up at him. “Right?”

Jonas didn't want to respond. Llew needed to heal, and she would be upset enough by what she would wake to, she didn't need anyone adding to that, or sabotaging her. He looked past Gaemil to Rowan. Rowan nodded his understanding and flexed his bare fingers. He'd be at risk if he had to reposition Llew's hand, but it was unlikely he'd get trapped as Anya had with the tree so close.

“Right?” Gaemil repeated in a tone demanding response.

Jonas returned Gaemil's hard gaze with sorrow. “What's been taken can't be returned. She's gone. I'm sorry.”

Something caught his eye and he looked up to see Karlani staring at him, her mouth half open. It seemed she hadn't expected things to go this far. All Jonas could do was clench his jaw on a desire to curse her out. He didn't have the energy, and Anya deserved better.

“No.” Gaemil took up Anya's unburned hand. “Once she's healed herself, Llew can heal Anya.”

“You know that ain't how it works.” Gaemil was the most well-read man on matters Karan or Aenuk Jonas had met outside of Quaver or Turhmos.

“No, I don't. These trees, they—”

“It's not the trees that break the rules, Lord.” Jonas reverted to the formal in the face of the other man's anger and distress.

A subdued moan vibrated Llew's chest. She coughed. She lay, eyes closed, breathing gently a few moments of peace, but that soon shattered. They'd had to fight. Llew had been fighting. That she was lying here, waking up like this, meant that she had died. But the voices she was hearing, that was Lord Tovias and Jonas. That was good news. They'd won, at least. But stupid Llew had got herself killed again.

She raised a hand, pushed hair from her eyes, and blinked. She glanced around at those she could see. Gaemil was closest. Kind of odd. She didn't think he cared that much. Now and then she caught a glimpse of Jonas. He stood nearby. Of course, clambering down on the ground with her was a challenge for him these days, and she could look after herself. Just knowing he was okay was enough.

The leaves of the tree rustled above her, and she reached out for it, just to be sure she was fully healed before she dared touch anyone. A subtle hum of energy passed from the tree and through her skin.

“As soon as you're healed—” Gaemil's voice was tightly controlled. “—you must help Anya.”

“Anya?” Anya should've been safe in the house. But then, so should Jonas. Llew started to sit up.

Gaemil leaned over her, pressing her hand back to the bark under his leather glove.

“What—?” Llew jerked against his grip, but it was too strong.

“Has it stopped?” Gaemil asked gruffly.

“Huh?” Llew knew what he meant, but she felt smothered, confused. But if Anya was hurt, Llew was no use until she was fully healed. She concentrated on the sensations beneath her palm. There were the usual bumps in the bark interlaced with the added tingle of ghi transference, fading, fading.

“Has it stopped?” Gaemil repeated.

Llew waited a moment more to be sure, then nodded.

Gaemil sat back. “Now, save her.”

Llew looked where he nodded. Anya must have been shifted, as she lay on the ground, not sprawled; peaceful. Llew reached out for the hand nearest her, grabbed the wrist, lifted it. The skin of Anya's hand was red, blistered, burnt, as if it had been gripped in a burning hand. Or a dead Aenuk's. But, no. No one would've let that happen, and Llew was under an Ajnai. She'd been moved. The Ajnai would've saved her. Then again, they had been fighting Turhmosian soldiers. Maybe one of them had been Aenuk. Regardless, whether it had been Llew or someone else...

“What happened?” Her voice caught on the two words. She looked around her, pleading for someone to say it wasn't true. She looked to Jonas who simply looked back, resigned, and shook his head. “I did this?” She knew.

Jonas nodded.

“No.” A sob thickened her voice. She knew, but she didn't want to believe. She shimmied herself to sit straighter, and gripped Anya's hand.

Gaemil sat close, watching where Llew's hands wrapped around Anya's. Nothing happened, not even a faint tingle. Anya remained limp, lifeless. Her hand remained red and raw.

“No. No. No. No.” Llew repeated it to herself – each version of the word becoming thicker in her throat – rocking on her seat as one half of her sought to run away from all this. It didn't happen. It couldn't happen. But neither could she abandon her friend. Anya would never abandon Llew. She hadn't.

“Llew—” Gaemil started.

“No!” Llew screamed, her dual anger and anguish unfiltered, even for a lord.

Gaemil flinched back as if it had been directed at him. It wasn't. It was for the world and its stupid rules. Llew could heal anyone, except Jonas. Well, no Kara, but the fact that included Jonas was the insult that mattered.

But then, Llew had broken that rule. Jonas had died. And thanks to Llew, their baby, and the ancient Ajnai, he had lived again.

Gaemil stood, turned on the spot, fists clenched. He looked like he wanted to unleash his own pain.

Jonas hadn't just died. He'd died twice. Once at Braph's hand. Once under Llew's. Llew had stolen life from him. And returned it. Surely, she could do that again. Yes, when she'd taken and returned life to Jonas, it hadn't been to heal herself. She still didn't know how that had worked, how she had taken and help Jonas's ghi and returned it minutes later. But neither did she know how the sun rose each morning, or how a bumble bee flew. She didn't know how her body healed itself using ghi from elsewhere. It just happened.

Llew had failed her father, absorbing his life as they slept. And she'd failed Cassidy by not waking in the night to revive him before it had been too late. She'd been too late for them. But Anya's skin still held residual warmth.

Llew gathered Anya's hand in her own once again, pulled it to her chest, and pressed her other palm against the tree.

“Llew—” Jonas started, but Llew silenced him with a shake of her head.

“Help me,” she whispered to the tree and thought about what it felt like when ghi flowed through her, imagined pushing it through her arm, to the hand clasped around Anya's. Nothing happened at first, but Llew didn't let up. She could do this. It had to work.

The tree radiated heat beneath her touch.

“Yes,” Llew whispered and opened herself tp the tree.

Something akin to the gentle pop of tiny bubbles began in her hand, flowed across her chest and to her other hand. At first, there seemed to be resistance. The bubbly sensation bloomed into intense pins and needles and Llew's skin felt tight. Then the pressure eased and power streamed through her and into Anya. About a minute later, Llew sensed the gentlest flex of Anya's fingers. Llew squeezed back.

“Is it working?” Gaemil asked.

"I think so,” Jonas murmured.

Llew closed her eyes, shrinking her world to just herself and Anya.

Another minute passed and Anya gasped.

A collective shuffle went through the group.

Anya tried to pull her hand free and Llew clutched tighter.

Anya relaxed into the grip and sobbed. “I'm sorry, Llew.”

Llew opened her eyes. What?

Gaemil crouched beside Anya. “it's okay, love. You saved her.”

“What?” Anya looked to Llew, her arm at an awkward angle.

“You saved her. And now she is saving you.”

Anya looked alarmed. “Well, that's enough.” She tried to tug her hand from Llew's grip again. “I'm back. Don't kill yourself for me.”

Llew smiled and firmed her grip again. “It's not me. It's the Ajnai.”

Llew looked up to the canopy again. More than half of the leaves had dried, turning brown. Llew released Anya's hand and pulled back from the tree.

Gaemil pulled Anya into an embrace as Llew stood, still staring into the branches. She circled the tree. It wasn't the ancient Ajnai Aris had felled. It was only months old. While its roots dug deep in the earth, it still lacked something that only came with time. It's power remained limited.

Llew reached out to it again. She carried no injury, so nothing passed through that touch.

“Thank you, and I'm sorry.”

As before, the tree simply returned an acceptance of its role. Llew tried to convey a promise to be more careful, but the tree either ignored it or didn't believe her.

Jonas came alongside her, hooked both crutches under one arm, placed the other across her shoulders, pulled her into him, and pressed a kiss into her hair.

“You're amazin'.”

Glancing up, Llew didn't feel amazing. Jonas pivoted her to face Anya and retreated as the blonde girl, released from Gaemil's embrace, came to fold Llew in her arms.