The coughing helped her feet move faster. "Oh, Brenna..." She sighed softly, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket when she found her. Bryn dipped to her knees beside her daughter and gently took a swipe at the blood that stained her lips. "Will you let me take care of you, please? I swear upon your father's... Upon Magnus' grave that I will do no harm to you. And may the gods strike me down if I do."