Tevis placed a hand on the left temple of
the corpse. "Most of the brain has been destroyed by the blast." He
sounded distant, talking to himself, thinking out loud rather than
answering the Wizard's question. "I feel … cold. Freezing. Like wind
sweeping off a great field of ice. It has dissipated very little, even
after all this time. You are very strong, Coira.” His voice dropped to
little more than a barely heard murmur. “You are hiding something from
us — trying to hide something."
His voice dropped even lower, whispering
words Kat couldn't understand – didn't think she would've understood
them even if she could've heard them clearly. He closed his eyes. Sweat
beaded on his forehead, rolled down to drip from his chin. Kat had never
seen Tevis sweat before — never seen him look so pale. "Tevis ..." She
reached toward him.
Arvandus caught her hand. "He casts a
spell," the Wizard said. "It would be dangerous to disturb him now —
dangerous for you as well as him."
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