Edward and Mary turn their attention away from the confrontation in
the doorway to the reclining figure of their daughter-in-law.
Fiona's arms twitch again, then fold themselves over her chest as she
seemingly shuffles in her seat.
“What is it?” Mary asks alarmed, “What's happening to her?”
Edward steps forward, reaching out to touch Fiona's brow with the
back of his hand.
“There's no temperature,” he says after a moment, “She feels
normal.”
“Well she would,” Raven suggests, “Just give her some space,
give her room to breathe.”
“Why, what's happening?” Mary asks again, “What's going on?”
“She's coming back,” he replies, approaching the body, “Waking
up after a long journey deep into the Weave.”
“Step back,” Oak commands, brandishing his branch once more.
“By all that grows, put that thing away,” Raven responds harshly.
He points at Fiona and Robert's incumbent bodies. “You don't have
to trust me,” he says, “Just let me help these two return
safely.”
