Caleb sat quietly in Sara's embrace. It was nearly an hour before he became alert to a change in their pace. "Edward? Are you doing alright?" The youth sat up and leaned forward to hear his friend better. 

"Yes, I'm okay." Edward answered in a weary voice. 

Caleb frowned. "Are you sure that you're okay? You seem really tired."

"It's just a very long way from home." Though reluctant to admit his weakness, the young hippocampus was honest with his friend. "I can't feel my magic at all any more."

Sara and Caleb exchanged a look. They hadn't considered the possibility of Edward having a limit to the range hey could go. And he was still so young, what Roger knew from his old friend might not apply to little Eddy yet. 

"Have you had enough of your salt water?" Sara's voice was clipped with focus as she set to discovering a solution to their possible situation. "How well did you sleep last night?"

Edward cast a guilty glance back at them over his shoulder. "I though I'd had enough, but maybe some more would help. Can you prepare it for me, please, Caleb?" The lanky boy nodded. He passed the reigns to Sara so he could get to work. 

"Rainbow, can you open that secret compartment and get out a half cube of salt, please?"

The Rablin was quick to obey the request. He had grown rather fond of Edward himself, and he hated to think that the child mighty be suffering. Flower appeared to be of like mind. From the skies above, the seagull dropped down to draw level with the cart. She swooped forward and landed upon Edwards back. The bird rearranged her white wings carefully, taking a moment to prean her feathers. When she was satisfied with how they felt she tucked herself against Edward's neck and nibbled at his mane.