An offer of help

From up close, the stranger looked more definitively female. She wasn't old, either, not older than 30. The glowing moss wrapped over her head and eye like a crooked, glowing hat. She looked at Daphne with deep concern. "She must have inhaled water," she said. "I get that you won't trust me, but I would like to help. Please. I know what you've all been through." She knelt down, the mushrooms on her back and shoulders swaying. A little cloud of spores fell from a few of the caps, glittering in the gloom. She began to do chest compressions on Daphne, leaning on her with her full weight. "Hold her nose and breathe into her mouth," she told Will. "Hurry! She needs to cough up the water!"

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