[ Jim is floating, only half awake when Zell touches him. His dreams were a troubled mess of blood and sails, but they weren't bad enough to wake him.
It's the pinch to the arm that's done that. He's felt that before, a handful of times since they came to Norfinbury, and he can guess what it means.
It's almost, but not quite, a relief when the dull ache of the sail at his back turns into agony. He can't scream or writhe, he can't call out to Zell, but he can thank the universe when he feels the stars falling from his eyes. ]
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It's the pinch to the arm that's done that. He's felt that before, a handful of times since they came to Norfinbury, and he can guess what it means.
It's almost, but not quite, a relief when the dull ache of the sail at his back turns into agony. He can't scream or writhe, he can't call out to Zell, but he can thank the universe when he feels the stars falling from his eyes. ]