"M-Milo," Ollie said, doing his best to hold his focus through the pain and exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "N-need help. P-p-push the b-bone in," he said, nodding at the broken bone protruding from Lady Cerys' left arm. "So I c-can h-heal it n-n-next," he said through chattering teeth.
"Ollie," Milo said softly, looking at the young witch with worried eyes. "You should stop here. You've saved her life already," he said.
At this point, it took most of Milo's strength just to anchor Ollie and Lady Cerys against the current. Ollie's strength had faded so much that it was all he could do to stay upright and keep in contact with the woman he was healing, but supporting her weight was completely beyond him.
If Ollie went even further, Milo shuddered to think of what the consequences might be.
