““When Ronan waved a hand in front of the cow's eyes, she didn't move. " Non mortem ," he muttered, narrowing his eyes, " somni fratrem ." Blue whispered, " What? " Adam translated, "Not death, but his brother, sleep." Gansey, a bit of the gallows in his voice, advised, "Poke its eye." "Gansey!" Blue said. Ronan did not poke the cow's eye, but he did brush a finger through her soft, unblinking eyelashes. Gansey held a palm in front of the cow's nostrils. "It is breathing.””