“Callista! We need to get him some liquid and get him out of this sun. Now!” Raven cried.
Callista looked around urgently, but there were only sand dunes in every direction.
“Cover him up. I"ll be back,” she said and galloped off across the desert on her horse. Soren remained on the ground, cradled in Kyra"s arms, blinking in the blinding light of the sun.
“Soren, I need to look at your neck wound,” Kyra said gently. Soren sluggishly rolled his head to one side, allowing her to get a look at his neck. The material of his shirt stuck to the wet sores. When Kyra pulled it away, Soren yelped in pain. The silence that followed was unsettling. Soren could only assume that his wound had gotten worse.
Callista was back beside them before they had a chance to discuss anything. “There"s nothing
