Even after her body was laid back down on the leather bedding, Aria still tried to fight with whatever strength she had left. Her breathing was heavy, and her golden-brown eyes glared at Ryker with pure rage.
"Bastard! Get away from me, mud rabbit! The Eagle Race would never accept pity from a weak species like you!"
Ryker didn't answer her insults with anger. With perfectly calm movements, he gently settled Aria back onto the pile of bearskin. He reached out his hand, softly brushing his palm against her forehead, which still felt slightly warm from the lingering fever.
"Just sleep, you'll be fine here," Ryker said. "Even if you force your way back right now, you'll never make it to your tribe. You'd die on the road long before you reached the sky mountains. You can't even fly with a b
