Ame nodded soberly. Silly grabbed the vial of potion, went over by Celaena. "Come on, Celaena. You've got to drink this." She propped the woman up and poured the liquid down her throat. "Swallow, Celaena." Thankfully, she did, and Silly could prop her up with an arm around her shoulders and get her into the circle. She pulled Aery into the circle as well, only to stop in shock. When had she gotten so tall? She was about the same height as Aery, despite the four-odd years of difference between them.
Shaking her head, she let go of Aery's hand and stepped out of the circle, backing up a safe distance. As soon as she backed away from that magic, the voices of the dead ones surrounded her.
"Silenia..." A voice whispered.
She teared up instantly, whirling around, searching for where he was hiding. "Tazzy? Tazz! TAZZ, where are you? Tazean!"
"I'm dead. Don't you understand that? I'm dead and I'm in the dark and I'm hurting and I can't go on until you've let me go!" Tazz sobbed. "It hurts here, Silly. It hurts so bad. Let me go. Please. Put your heart to rest and let me go on to the Peaceful Realms. Please, Silly. Silenia. My dear Silenia. I'll be waiting for you, on the Other Side. I'll never forget you. And when you get there we'll grow up and have our own children, Liza and Gray and Eddy and Mud and Puddle and Giggle--"
"Stop! Tazzy, Tazz, stop, please. Please. I... I can't let go. I can't let go of you. You're like my husband." She sobbed.
"Please, Silly. Let go. Find peace. I'll be waiting for you on the other side, however long it takes." And then, with a breath of wind seeming to caress her face, he was gone.
Silly knelt on the ground, fighting to not cry, and losing the battle entirely. removing from her finger a loop of white thread, woven white thread with multicolored bits of brilliant glass tied into it, she wept, and finally let Tazean go. And with a whisper of "Thank you," a whisper of wind through the grass, he went.
Silly put the ring onto the leather thong on which she wore her silver dagger.
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Ame, trying to ignore Silly's utter mental breakdown, gathered the power of the dead witches, imbedding the spell Shadow had given her into her mind. It was probably a slightly newer, more refined version of the one Ame herself had found. Which was good. The more precise the spells, the less of a chance of nasty, deadly side effects.