The healing of Lady Cerys's arm was almost complete when everything fell apart.
There was a sound like thunder rolling through the copse of trees, a deep, resonant -CRACK- that made everyone on the shore jump in alarm. Loghlan's head snapped up just in time to see the old oak tree, the one whose roots had cradled Lady Cerys's head such a short time ago, shake and shudder violently.
"Cover!" Sir Gavin shouted, wishing he'd brought a shield with him as he realized what was about to happen. Still, he knew his duty, and he quickly flung an arm around Baron Loghlan's shoulders, pulling his lord's head down enough that he was able to protect his liege lord with his own body if need be.
At the base of the tree, Sir Cynwrig made a very similar motion, pulling Dalwyn close to his chest even as he rolled to present his back to the old oak tree. He had no armor to soften the blow, but that hardly mattered to him as he focused on protecting his son.
