I tried to wave the gratitude away. My hand made it about three inches off my knee before it gave up and dropped back down.
Mythweaver had taken more out of me than I'd let myself expect. Not enough to put me under, but enough that the room tilted whenever I turned my head, and the wall at my back was doing most of the work of keeping me upright.
"Arthur."
Valen had not let go of Rin. He knelt beside the bed with one arm still around her shoulders, as though she might come apart if he loosened his grip, and he turned only his head to look at me. The King of the West looked like a man who had forgotten how to arrange his own face.
"A few hours ago I fought you in my own yard to keep you away from her," he said. "Now you've given her back to me. I don't know what a man says to that."
"You don't have to say anything," I said. My voice came out hoarse. "She deserved saving. She always did."
