His eyebrows lifted. “Shall I consult with you first the next time you’re nearly devoured by a marroweel to make sure the way in which you are spared from its jaws is acceptable?” “I didn’t mean—” I shook my head. I was too tired and too frazzled to articulate my thoughts, so I wasn’t even going to try. “Sorry. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. Thank you, again, for saving my life.” He frowned but gave me a single nod. “Why keep its body? Why not dump it overboard and save us all the stench?” “Those scales are valuable. We’ll dispose of it once they’re harvested.” “Oh.” I glanced toward the
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