I mull this over as we walk down to the dock. I can see Arryn standing on the deck of the yacht, her features tight as she monitors our arrival.

“Where the hell have you two been?” she demands as we hurry aboard.

“There was a bit of a … hiccup and we got separated,” Kael tells her as he leads the way inside the cabin. “Lyss got a bump on the head but she’s okay now, and here we are.”

His words cause me a moment of puzzlement, since, while he’s right, I’m only just realizing that I don’t have a headache. I recall something hitting me right before I was knocked unconscious, but when I reach back and press my fingers to my skull, there’s no swelling, no pain. Is that how electrocution works? I have no idea.

I’m just about to ask when we approach the navigational deck and the others notice our arrival. Keeda is still wearing the brace I made her, and Pandora is lying unconscious across a row of seats, which tells me that Cami, who looks as pale as death, must not have summoned the strength to heal either of them yet. But when Cami’s lethargic gaze lands on me, she lurches to her feet and staggers forward, her eyes wide with concern.

“We were so worried they’d taken you,” she cries, throwing her arms around me. She’s trembling, whether from fear or as a result of the Spoken power that hit her earlier, I’m not sure.

I vaguely hear Keeda commanding the captain to take us back to the zoo as I untangle myself from Cami and move her back to her seat.

“You look awful,” I say, sitting beside her.

She grips my hands tightly and replies, “You’re one to talk. You look like you were attacked by a mob of wildcats. And look at your leg! Let me—”

While my thigh is throbbing enough to be uncomfortable, I’d forgotten about the cuts I sustained inside the mirror maze. But still, I ignore my wounds to interrupt, “I’m fine, Cam. Just tell me how to help you.”

I tune out the murmuring voices of Arryn and Kael to listen as Cami offers advice and reminds me that my intent and focus are what matter the most. Other than that, her directions are straightforward, and when I put them into practice, light flashes between us and her trembling eases as color returns to her face.

“Thanks, Lyss,” she says, the depth of emotion in her voice telling me that she must have been feeling truly terrible.

When she looks toward Pandora and Keeda, I say, “They can wait a little longer.”

“Speak for yourself,” Keeda mutters.

I hadn’t realized she was eavesdropping, since her eyes had been glued to the captain. I can’t summon much regret, but Cami moves unsteadily over to Pandora and places a hand on her forehead, whispering her awake. The purple-haired girl blinks a few times and then sits up, asking, “What happened?”