“You look like shit.” Cat crouches in front of me, her braid as sodden as mine as she looks me over. “I heard what you did up there. Well, Kira saw, and she told me. That took guts.” “You would have done the same.” Exhaustion sweeps in, my shoulders drooping as adrenaline fades. “I would have run faster.” She slips one of her alloy-hilted daggers free and hands it to me. “Looks like you’re missing one. I have another.” “Thank you.” I take it like the peace offering it is. “I’ll look after Sawyer,” she promises as she stands.
