Ahmaht eventually stopped crying, as he felt warmth building up beneath his hand. He looked up, a bright light forming around Sigrun. He reached forward with his other hand, grasping the sword in her chest and yanking it free. No blood escaped, and the light kept escalating until the man had to avert his eyes. A few more seconds passed, and the light faded. Sigrun's wound was healed, and Larea looked proud of herself, a tear escaping her eye, then passed out.<br/><br/>He nodded at Zel. "I did," he responded simply, already picking up both of the girls. "Your theory is correct then, I presume?" he asked, turning towards the stone man with each of the girls over one of his shoulers. "You'll have to watch my back," he said, starting to walk in the direction that Veloen was in. He was glad for the tracks in the ash, else he wouldn't remember where to go. "I wonder what happens when I pass out," he joked.