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"Fine," he said. He turned, wrapping Sandry's ties to him around his waist. A knife had appeared in the grass by his feet. Had the garden appeared for Rosethorn in this same convenient way? the boy wondered. He scooped the knife up one-handed and began to gather the threads into a rope he could cut.

Rosethorn was always suspicious when he agreed with her. She turned. "What's fine?"

"This. Here." It was harder to gather the threads of his connection to Sandry than he'd expected. She fought, commanding the hair-fine strands to twitch from his grasp. Briar struggled with them -- with her. With Daja, feeding the strength of stone to her, and Tris, adding lightning, and the shakkan its terrible, unmoving calm, an old tree's patience. "I'll stay here and help." He cast a look at the overgrown park. The vine that covered that side of the garden had the nasty look of something that would throw out new shoots as the old ones were clipped off. "You'll need it."

"Absolutely not!" cried Rosethorn. "You are going home. The girls--"

"They'll miss me, and I'm sorry for that, but they got their teachers, and Lark to make a home. They'll manage. I can't. I'm staying." He began to saw at the fibers, cutting them handful by handful.

That entire scene really, along with when Daja is told by Rosethorn to look after Briar, and when they find out that Lark's magic was unable to work in the face of Rosethorn's illness.

Oh my fuck, yes. Briar you precious son.

ANON!

this is my favorite book in all of the books and this scene is why

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