Our tether pulses faintly, a fragile thread connecting us. I pour everything I have into it—my strength, my heat, my essence. If I could trade places with her, I would do it in a heartbeat.

"Take what you need," I tell her, knowing that somewhere, somehow, she can hear me. "Take all of it."

For a terrifying moment, nothing happens. Then I feel it—a subtle shift, a drawing sensation as her unbound nature responds to my offering. Fire essence flows from me into her, guided by our connection. Before going for the blade, she was too weak to take anything. Now she’s at least taking scraps—magical sips of my power that begin slowly and grow more desperate with each passing second.

I give and give until I'm lightheaded, until Pyrin whines in alarm.

Her eyelids flutter, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The tether between us strengthens, vibrating with renewed life.

"Raith?" she murmurs, eyes still closed.

"I'm here," I tell her, relief making my voice crack. "I've got you."

"So much power," she whispers. "Too much."

"I know. But you're stronger than it is. You control it, remember? Not the other way around. Focus on me," I say, guiding her face toward mine. "Just me."

Her eyes finally open, finding mine with effort. "Did you...get the blade?"

A laugh escapes me, half relief and half disbelief. "Yes. The Crucible is over. We won."

"We won," she echoes, a ghost of a smile touching her lips before her eyes close again, this time in simple exhaustion rather than dangerous unconsciousness.

I lift her carefully, mindful of her injuries and the strain her body has undergone. "I'm taking her to the healer," I tell Cade, who found me and waited silently with the other fires.

As I carry her through the parting crowd, I hear the whispers and see the stares. Most will know about Typhon now. They’ll know Nessa Thorne is tethered to the most powerful elemental on campus. Some may even suspect she’s no simple water affinity. They’ll talk about how she took on Malakai and Serena and won.

I see Beck, Mireen, Ambrose, and Brunhild all gathered. They give me a nod of thanks and acknowledgment as I carry Nessa away. Brunhild and Beck even help move some gawking students out of our path.

Whatever comes next, I think Nessa’s days of being underestimated are over. But none of it matters right now.

The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms and the quiet miracle of her survival.

Rector Voss watches from the edge of the courtyard. Waiting.

I think of the stasis tokens and the lives they saved. The countless students who survived because of the deal Nessa struck. The fucking deal that means Voss is still expecting to take her to those ruins.

But not tonight. Tonight, she needs to rest.