"Thank goodness for that!" I exclaimed, then dropped my voice again, mindful of threats. "Is she OK? I thought we'd lost her forever." I started after EO, looking forward to seeing the minstrel again after all our adventures. Hank, who was behind me, having said goodbye to Night Steel, breathed a quiet sigh of relief that Sheila was OK. After all, she'd gone ahead not knowing who or what the figure may have been.
"I guess we'd better go and see if she needs any help," I said to him, and he nodded in agreement. Moving once more, we set off towards Iris.
