They were the last to return from the battle. There had been no hurry. Sickness came in waves, making it difficult for her to travel even the short distance to the center of the Wandering Wood. No one approached them as they passed. Jacob stayed with her, supporting her weight as she stumbled along. No one offered to help her. There were several they had passed who could have carried her or used their abilities to transport her to the Life Tree without effort. But they let her struggle. How many life times had she helped them? Saved them? Gritting his teeth, he continued to move forward. Now, when she needed them, they shunned her. Why? Because she was not pretty. Because she was not elegant.
When they arrived at the Life Tree, Gytha was already there. Kam assured them that her wounds were not serious. She was laying with her eyes closed next to the tree. Jacob could not think of a time that Gytha had slept. It was odd to see her this way now; as if sleeping. Dipak went to her and knelt down next to her. She pressed her long white fingers against the wound on Gytha’s shoulder.