“You okay?” she asked, and was distantly dismayed to realize she didn’t care how Nicci answered. “I’m soaked,” said Nicci, shivering. “And my feet are killing me. Can you carry my bag?” Amber took it wordlessly. In the next instant, a scaly hand snatched it out of her grip. Meoraq slung the pack onto his shoulder, not looking at either of them. His spines were still flat.
