"Yes, we need it," Saul replied with a worried sigh.
"If we don't come back with it… If we leave it in the First World, we might as well… Rosalind will… If it somehow gets loose again…" Farah struggled to finish a sentence. Her fear, frustration, and distressed emotions almost seemed to flood out of her like invisible waves. Her hands trembled, like she was holding back a storm beneath her fingertips.
Saul had rarely ever seen her this worried before. She always kept her emotions in check, especially because she was a fairy, and her emotions channelled her powers. "A fairy must be clear minded," she always told him. "Distraction can cause magic to be erratic."
Without really thinking, he did the best thing he thought he could do. He reached out and gripped her shoulders to give her something solid to focus on. "Farah, relax," he urged, looking her fiercely in the eyes. "We'll find it. I promise."