The ship's deck was relatively large enough to fit everyone. It smelt like salt and raw fish, yet no one seemed to really care as they'd finally found the hope of survival.
Ryn knelt beside the railing as waves caused the ship to bob up and down in a gentle rhythm.
Amelia sat with her back against it, her face a bit pale from the blood lost but overall fine. Her legs were bare from the knee down now, bandages already darkened where blood had soaked through earlier wrappings. The splinters were worse up close.
"Tell me before you pull," she said quietly.
"I will," Ryn replied.
He placed two fingers against her calf and let his Essence flow.
Cold spread outward like a soft, white mist that encompassed and wrapped around her leg with care.
"Ready?"
She nodded.
The first splinter came free with a wet sound. Amelia flinched hard, teeth biting down on his shirt sleeve as she wrapped her arms around him.
