Each of them threw an arm around me and lifted me off the ground. I could feel myself grow dizzy and faint. I noticed Mistress Ophelia was standing with Dorian.
“What’s happened to her?” Ophelia's voice was distressed.
“She's been shot.”
I didn't understand the words, but somehow, I understood with those words, our world had just fundamentally shifted forever.
“Shot?” Roran asked.
“Hand cannons with small cannon shot.”
“What?” Rilen asked
He roared. “Just get her back to the temple!”
Dorian grabbed Mistress Ophelia's hand and held it up. “We need to weave the shield in place.”
“It won't hold them off forever,” Mistress Ophelia said.
“We don't need it to stay for long. Just until we can return and put up something stronger and more permanent.”
“Do you even really need me to do this?”
“Balance,” he snapped.
I couldn’t hear anything after that. The buzzing in my ears was too loud. Everything was turning gray on the edges, and I could barely feel myself moving.
“Hang on, ilati,” Rilen whispered. “Just hang on.”