“Are you all right?” I ask Tairn, my voice cracking. “I am not deceased.” He gains his feet, his talons digging into the rocky soil. Relief pricks at my eyes, and my vision wobbles. “Do not dehydrate on my account,” he lectures. “It takes more than weather to fell me.” His golden gaze drops to my knee. “Wish I could say the same for you.” “Yeah, you’re just fine,” I mutter, then turn toward
