They're now by the edge of a pond, under the drooping limbs of another giant oak. Ares breaks free from Isiea's hold to go into the water

" do you need something? " She asks her softly. She stares into the pond water.

"He's going to be okay." She points out quietly.

Mermaids broke the surface of the pond to stare at the girls, and a ring of piskies gathered round, tiny lights hovering in confusion

She gives a faint smile to the mermaids. " But what if he isn't? " She replies.

"He's going to be alright eventually. He won't die."

"...hes already dead, though. "

"They said he'd heal."

" but how long will that take? "

"I don't know. But he'll be okay."