“I know. I know what I must do. I’ll end this, we just need to get to the castle.” Zen didn’t elaborate, but his friends nodded in solidarity.
“My tongue feels fuzzy,” Khel said with a loll of his head.
“Have more water,” Morty offered.
“Here, let me—” but before Zen could reach to touch Khel and heal him, Morty snatched up his hand and shook his head.
“We can’t waste strength—especially not yours. Unless it’s life or death, best to save everything you have.”
Zen hated to admit that was true.
“Stop tapping your foot,” Khel huffed at Dante after downing more water. “Or is it your fingers? It’s grating.”
Dante stared at his hands, and then at his very still feet. “I’m not tapping.”
“Then what’s that skittering sound…?”
They jumped to their feet, all save Khel, who used the wall to b
