Persephone’s gasp brought Heather out of her reverie.
Helga threw her arms around Persephone, and the dwarf began to bawl in relief. Motes of blue light flew from Helga as she squeezed Persephone tightly, crying into her bosom.
Ramdas murmured a brief prayer: “Santos, we give thanks to the Divine, that our comrade returns. Convey our thanks for this blessing.” He unpacked a saddle blanket and laid it down atop Persephone, to preserve her modesty and warmth.