“What are you doing?” Tyrrik asked. I yelped and threw the skin in the air. The liquid, still water, spilled over the rocks. Face burning, I scurried to pick the water skin up, taking my time re-corking it before turning back toward the Drae. “Umm . . . Making nectar?” I squeaked. The silence behind me was suspicious. Had he fallen asleep again? I glanced over my shoulder to find Tyrrik wide awake, his expression smooth like when we were in the Quota Fields. Except his lip twitched and his eyes were watering. “Are you okay?” I asked, crossing to him. Was he going delirious? Was that even
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