Chapter Twenty-Five
An Unquenchable Thirst
Arinwyn’s eyes flew open as a familiar hand gripped her shoulder. Fragments of uneasy dreams slipped from her consciousness like sand between her fingers. Nasir hovered over her, a faint frown on his face.
“Are you all right?” he asked in a low voice to avoid waking the others.
Arinwyn sat up in her bedroll and ran a hand through her short hair. “I’m fine. Is it my turn to keep watch?”
Nasir nodded, clenching his jaw against a yawn. “But if something is wrong, I can take your shift for you. You have not seemed yourself since we arrived in this strange land.”
Arinwyn forced a smile. “I’m fine. And you’re tired.” She climbed to her feet and gestured for him to take her place.
Nasir gave her a measuring look. She held her smile and met his pie
