I thought for a good moment that Christian was dead. Or maybe just unconscious. But it turns out in a few anxious beats of my heart that he was just going limp in sheer relief for after the howling and shrieking dies down, hands are helping him off me and he's back to his usual self.
I'm sad to see the other version of him go. The one who held my hand and let me see him soft and vulnerable in the firelight.
But I'm also glad to see that he's well enough to be as insufferable as he usually is.
"Be careful of my leg, a creature infected it and though we have treated the infection it may yet shatter," he says firmly to one of the soldiers. "Lean me against the tree and go help with the last beast. That should not be left to a woman to deal with."