SEAMUS
'He really is making a habit of fainting.'
'I know, Emer. Do you think we should point it out to him when he wakes?'
'Probably not a good idea. He is glowing after the explosion. There is no telling how that much energy might affect his mind … I would hate for him to blow up.'
'I can hear you.'
'Oh good, you are awake. Walter, he has come to.'
'No need to shout, Emer, I am right here.'
'Oh, sorry.'
Forcing his eyes open, Seamus found himself back by the fire. Someone had tucked him into a bedroll and he had snuggled down inside. The morning sun was just peeking through the trees, telling him he had been out for a few candle marks.
'How did I get back here? Did someone carry me up the tree?'
'Sometimes I wonder if you have the sense you were born with. After the explosion, there was no need to find a way over the fence. Millard's stupidity blasted a hole straight through it,' Emer responded.