Foster opened his mouth, but a wave of dizziness rocked him instead, and the world tilted. “Foster!” Ezren moved to his side, putting an arm around his waist to support him, and a bolt of pain shot through his ribs. His jaw clenched as spots darkened his vision, and Ezren pulled her hand away, red reflecting from her gloves in the light of her goggs. “Foster’s hurt,” Ezren said, her voice calm and even.
