“And- there's another surprise.'

He pointed with a healed hand toward the Cauldron. 'Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches cold.'

Varian whirled toward us. But Mor was sprinting for the Cauldron, and her cry as she reached in-

'How?' I breathed.

Azriel and Varian were there, helping Mor heave a waterlogged form out of the dark water.

Her chest rose and fell, her features the same, but...

'She was there,' Rhys said. 'When the Cauldron was sealing. Going... wherever we go.'

Amren sputtered water, vomiting onto the rocky ground. Mor thumped her back, coaxing her through it.

'So I reached out a hand,' Rhys went on quietly. 'To see if she might want to come back.'

And as Amren opened her eyes, as Varian let out a choked sound of relief and joy-

I knew- what she had given up to come back. High Fae- and just that.

For her silver eyes were solid. Unmoving. No smoke, no burning mist in them.

A normal life, no trace of her powers to be seen.

And as Amren smiled at me... I wondered if that had been her last gift.

If it all... if it all had been a gift.”