As the last note faded into the twilight, Siannon raised her head. The lad was sleeping peacefully; the bandaged hand relaxed where it lay on the woven blanket. She smiled as his mother’s voice whispered from the shadows,
“Thank you, Siannon ni Aobh. I was afraid he might lose that hand.”
“He's fine. If he seems to be sleeping restlessly
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