"Red, deal with the aftermath," Roxanne said calmly. "I'll have Marvessa head to the island, and I'll be with my wife. She must have spent a great deal of her mana today."
Roxanne remembered just how much spirit power had been spent that day: Undine's protection enveloping hundreds at once, Tempest's winds dragging entire ships across the sea, Afrit's fire answering her call again and again, and Terra Nova's land-shattering might anchoring Kaelindor's mana line.
It was too much for anyone to bear lightly. Even a Spirit King's bearer had limits. Vivianne must be exhausted.
The thought tightened Roxanne's chest. Her wife never complained, never slowed until everything was done. She gave and gave until the world was safe enough for others to breathe again. Roxanne only wanted one thing now: to get her somewhere quiet, somewhere protected, and let her rest.
