Book 2: Chapter 38:

I crawl on my stomach toward Willow, my broken leg dragging behind me as I groan in pain. Willow looks drained, her chest heaving up and down wildly as she kneels slumped forward, her hair askew and in covering her face. I can hear Jaxen battering against the rooted shelter she made for him, but a quick look satisfies my fears he may escape.

“Willow,” I whisper, dragging my body up and next to he