"You are not dead yet, Little one." Bryn waded into the water to stand beside her. Without a second thought she scooped her daughter out of the lake, as if she were the child that remembered her, instead of the dying woman determined to die her own way. "You will not die for a while yet, if I can help it."
She shifted her hold on her youngest daughter so that she would be most comfortable. "Come, I will take you home."