"You've had to wait ages then, by the looks of it," Ned states, taking in the others who are around. It doesn't seem like the entire village, but the bulk of them, at least. How terrible it must've been for her, scouring the fountain every time another group came gasping from its depths.

But now, it seems, it's his turn to worry.

"You .. you mean they've not already arrived?" He separates them just enough to lean back and look into her eyes. There is a clear and vibrant fear etched in the ice blue of his own. "They've not come through yet?"