The crystalline shard crawls through the snow and ice like lightning aiming directly for its counterpart. Woola still beats her there, with Liranan not far behind.

Dejah staggers and falls to her knees in front of them both. Her gloved hands pull Curtis's face up and then reach for Edgar, pulling them both into a fierce hug.

"Come on. Let's get you warm," she breathes. "Can you stand?" Her hands fret and roam over Curtis's head and body, down to his arm, as if she's trying to reassure herself he's still alive. Her voice radiates a fierce protectiveness for both of them.