The room continued to spin, at a marginally more tolerable pace, but not so much that Morwenna felt as though she could lift her head. She was reasonably sure she wasn’t going to be sick though so that was a small mercy – a very small mercy given that she doubted her favourite protégé would ever look at her quite the same again.

“I’m…” She blinked heavily, swallowed hard and kept very, very still; she wasn’t sure what she meant to say. There were any number of things wrong but she was still alert enough to focus on the most pertinent one. “I’m bleeding,” she twitched her arm underneath Elinor’s hand, the pressure neither hurting or helping the wound. “Quite a bit I fear.”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat