Summer’s head snapped around, as she stared at Isaac. “A druid,” she repeated. Something in her tone implied, not quite disbelief, but more surprise. “Take me to him. Please. As soon as possible.”
Isaac frowned at the evident surprise in the girl’s expression, and took a deep breath. “Alright, I will. But first I’ve gotta talk to him and make sure he’s okay with it,” he added, nodding slowly.
“But — !” She closed her mouth sharply. She’d survived the last few months of gradually increasing pressure; she could manage another few days. “Please don’t take too long,” she said instead, gaze steady on his face. “I — I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me.” She put a hand lightly on his arm and rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for trusting me.”