An isolated incident in their sea of troubles. The crew climbed back on board, led by Sally on the big blue.
On the fifteenth day, Emmett corrected the course - they were a little too far north.
Fedlimid continued to sink into darkness and silence. Melite thought he was getting better, however, as he became more talkative. His curiosity revolved mainly around dark magic, so he spoke almost exclusively with Seisyll.
"Clean, erode, wither, so many uses for it in healing. Believe me, it comes in handy When tracking down an ailment, whether it's an infection or a slight fever."
Sometimes for long hours at a time, Fedlimid would lock himself in the bathroom, often accompanied by tears, and Arthur became used to cast a muffling spell on the door to prevent the others from hearing him.
One day, between the twentieth and the thirtieth, Aleks had lost count, and Sally let out a scream, having accelerated without being ordered to do so.
