i'll trade you this body if you set my soul free
Unconsciousness licked at the back of Delah's eyes, scraping the nerves of her waking mind. Softly she mumbled something, half-hearted. Her brother and the other fae picked her up, the weighty presence of the warrior seemingly nothing in their grip. Without a word to the snake, though with a respectful bow to the turtle, they carried Delah out of the smoke-filled room, up the stairs, and into the sunlight.
Delah and co out!
Delah and co out!