Primrose didn't stay fainted for long. The scent of mint and rain woke her up.
She blinked open her eyes. She was being carried. The chest she was pressed against was firm, wet, and smelled like the ocean.
"Put me down," Primrose mumbled.
"No," Caspian said immediately. He didn't look at her; he was busy stepping over the rubble of the shattered egg shell. "You exhausted your mana core. If you walk, you will fall. And I do not catch people twice."
"I have legs," Primrose argued weakly.
"And you have a tail that is currently trying to photosynthesize," Orion pointed out, walking beside them.
Primrose looked back.
Sure enough, her new Green Tail was instinctively reaching toward the glowing moss on the cave ceiling, absorbing the ambient light. It felt strange—cool and tingly, like dipping a toe in a stream.
"Great," Primrose groaned, resting her head back on Caspian's shoulder. "I'm a plant."
Jasper was walking ahead of them, guarded by Cassian.
