Ford's eyes widened at the wight's matter-of-fact declaration.
"They can't burn the forest!" Mia cried out in alarm. "It's special! It had the healing waters in that strange clearing, the red trees with blooms that cut, and so much more!"
"Can we stop them? Without hurting anyone?" Ford asked from beside her.
"Stop them," The wight swayed slightly as it stared at them.
"I must talk to the king," Anaisa put in. "I can clarify everything. It doesn't have to be this way."
"Gone and messed everything up again, eh? What have you lot done this time?" Denholm sneered as he climbed the last few stairs on the far side of the bed.
"Nothing compared to everything you've done," Mia narrowed her eyes at the man. Ford stepped closer to her, a bit protectively, and reached out to retake her hand.
The action didn't go unnoticed.
