Luna collapsed face-first into a patch of thornweed twenty yards from the stronghold's ruins.
"Well," Kai observed, steadying himself against a conveniently placed tree stump, "that's concerning."
Marcus was beside Luna in an instant, his hybrid senses cataloging the rapid flutter of her pulse and the alarming pallor of her skin. "Magical exhaustion," he diagnosed grimly. "She channeled too much power holding that dimensional breach."
"I'm fine," Luna protested weakly, though the fact that she didn't immediately try to sit up rather undermined her argument. "Just need a moment to... recalibrate."
"You nearly tore reality in half," Callum pointed out with the dry practicality that marked all his medical assessments. "A moment might not be sufficient."
Morgana, who had been surveying the smoking ruins of her former home with the detached air of someone mentally calculating property values, turned her attention to their fallen witch with professional interest.
