Sam nodded. They started going back down — all the ropes were still there, so going down was much easier than going up. They reached near the flowing river; the morning had turned into bright midday. The sun was teetering right above their heads. The question now was..
"What do we do about this Damian?" Maelor asked. "We can't leave him behind. But what if he dies if we drag him along?"
Lucian looked at the new Damian and took him from Sam, then gently placed him on the grassland at the edge of the dark, flowing river. Then, without a word, she started chanting a healing spell and launched it on Damian. She did it continuously three or four times.. When she started chanting for the fifth time, Sam stopped her.
"Don't waste your mana.." That was the only thing Sam could say as he saw her eyes glistening with tears.
