Ennael drifted to sleep within minutes. Exhaustion consumed her and won the battle with consciousness. When she closed her eyes all she could think about was the night with the dead. New images would come to her of hands, hundreds maybe thousands surrounding her, suffocating the life from her, and in the background a cackle, an evil cackle full of pure hatred and free magic. Her eyes burst open in a sudden instant as she shot upright and screamed not just from the pain at her side. Lirael burst into the room in full sprint and swept down beside the bed followed closely by Sam, Will and Ligir. Mogget watched from a nearby chair. Ennael suddenly seized up. The little colour she had in her skin drained suddenly and her eyes glassed over. She broke into convulsion. Will lunged forward slightly but stopped himself before reaching her. Sameth had held his arm out to stop Will but partially to reassure himself to not grab Ennael at the same time. Lirael took action swiftly although her seemed slightly ajar at the sight of her niece.
"Take the points. Each of us must stand at a point, either north, south, east or west of her." As soon as Lirael had finished all four had arranged themselves at each of Ennael's sides; Lirael at her head, Ligir to her left, Sameth at her feet, and Will to her right. "Now palm to palm. Now form the mark of the point to which you are standing on." Light suddenly surrounded the diamond as each of the four concentrated on the charter mark to the direction they were standing. Lirael began to whistle a melancholy but strong tune. It's sound was pure. Ennael seized from convulsion. Her body began to rise slightly starting at her breast until her toes were scraping the floor. Lirael continued her tune, as the light in the diamond grew strong with each second. Ennael's eyes shot open, as did her mouth as she gasped for air and plummeted to the floor. Hands shot out to lessen the impact. An unconscious Ennael lay on a bed of supporting hands that had soon lifted her onto her vacant bed. Lirael rested her hand on her niece's brow. It was cold but stable.
"She'll be fine. Right now she needs her rest. We all do."
Ligir nodded and exited the room in silence. Sameth knelt down beside his daughter, picked up her hand and whispered something in her ear. He then kissed her brow, and turned to Will.
"It's been a long night for all of us. Lirael is right, we should all get some rest."
Sameth nodded to Lirael then left the room. Will continued to stare at Ennael not noticing Lirael's hand resting on his shoulder.
"You care greatly for her don't you?"
Will turned around to face the pale face of Lirael. It reminded him greatly of Ennael, the same dark hair, the same dark eyes, traits of the Abhorsen bloodline. Will bowed his head.
"Stay with her. She will need you, and you her."
Lirael turned and walked to the door, just stopping before the frame.
"The feelings are mutual. Get some rest. Sleep tight."
With that final note Lirael departed from sight.
Will glanced back down at Ennael. She was peacefully asleep. He curled up in the chair next to Mogget and dozed off into a deep sleep. Mogget's eyes flickered open. He glanced to the sleeping Will and then to Ennael on the bed. A grin spread across his face, then like the others, he too fell asleep.
