Lyla
I tried to get up, to crawl my way to Ramsey.
If only I could move to where he lay, I could heal him. I could heal them all. A strangled sob escaped my throat as grief settled over me. I wanted to cry, to wail like Neriah when she had seen Rian lying next to Thames, both of them lifeless.
Just as the feeling settled over me, I heard a still voice.
"Lyla!"
It was Nymeris.
"Nym," I settled for a minute, straining to listen, "Is that you?"
There was silence for a bit, almost when I thought she wouldn't answer, a soft murmur came.
"Lie on your side, Lyla, you'll hurt the babies if you lie on your belly."
"Ramsey," I breathed out, "Everyone was hit, Nym… Maybe they're dead."
"Hysterics and grief would do nothing for you. If you don't want to end up dead like Neriah, you'll do as I have told you. Lie on your back!"
