But it wouldn’t be well.
Harn and Kivan moved off, with Luka and Dom they started to drag the bodies of the fallen out from the edge of the oasis to the sands. Sastra, gathered up her pack and Ari’s and moved to peer into the tent where the woman rested. Ari looked peaceful, resting. Even if she was a little pale.
‘Can I get you anything?’ Sastra asked softly and the healer stirred. She sat upright before Sastra could protest, but her eyes were unfocused. Her gaze distant as she listened in silence to someone speaking to her through their mind. Her eyes were wide with alarm and she scrambled forward without warning. Sastra fell back, pushed aside as Ari staggerd beyond her and out of the tent.
The healer turned, searching the line of the oasis, gaze fixing upon the group surrounding
