The five of them collapsed in the center of the pool, tangled and wet and breathless. Jude was held in their arms, head resting on Sophie's thigh, Rose's hand stroking his hair, Natalie's fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest, Zoey curled against his side.
"We have to bring the others," he whispered.
Rose nodded. "They'll feel it soon. It's already calling them."
Sophie kissed his temple. "And you'll guide them. Just like always."
Jude looked up at the glowing petals of the flower and smiled faintly.
Not because he understood.
But because he no longer needed to.
They returned in silence.