Through their matebond, Dex felt everything. Her magic bleeding out. Her body failing. Every shallow breath she took reverberating through his chest as though his own lungs were the ones struggling.
He wanted to take her from Gav. He wanted to carry her himself. His arms wouldn't close properly and his legs were only still moving because his wolf was holding the wheel.
Aegon: Keep walking. She needs us standing when this is over.
Dex said nothing back. He kept walking. He would keep walking until his legs gave out, and then he would crawl.
They moved in silence, carrying nothing between them except purpose and the sound of their own breathing.
The tunnel-bridge sealed itself behind them as they advanced, disappearing in segments, gold magic dissolving into the dark. Even that small act of closure drained her.
