"Trez?" iAm whispered, suddenly worried that the poison had eaten that brain up. "Are you--" All at once those long, strong arms wrapped around him and jerked him off his feet. And his brother was holding him. And speaking. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here ... for you, I am here..." At first the words didn't register, but then ... "I'm not leaving you," Trez said in a rough, scratchy voice. "I'm here and I'm not leaving you."