They drank from their flasks, and poured a little into the mouths of the horses. ‘They do not need much,’ she said, holding out her hand to stop him. ‘And until we find a water source, we don’t have much to spare.’ ‘Will they not dehydrate?’ ‘You have forgotten even the nature of horses?’ ‘Think of me as a newborn,’ he said. ‘A tall, muscular baby, holding guns.’ ‘Just that,’ he said. ‘Lucky me. Well. Dehydration . . . You would have to be a cruel rider, or in a crueller land. Worse than this place. Lander will need watered a little more, but yours – Rathian horses are adaptable animals, long
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