I held up my bound hands, shrugging, unbothered by their irritation, but not willing to die when I’d endured this far. “I needed to pee.” They glanced at each other, muttering, and I was about to act out taking a piss when Zaay-el sighed, nodding as if he understood. “Glad to have your approval,” I deadpanned, but instead of answering, he offered up his water skin.
