Chapter Thirty-OneDark Dreams
Iarion opened his eyes. He had been sleeping off and on since the battle. He was still recovering from his encounter with the Forbidden Pool. The sun was sinking below the mountains behind them. A day had passed since he and Barlo had gotten separated from the others. Sinstari was curled up against his back.
Iarion sat up and rubbed at his face. His skin was gritty with unwashed blood, sweat, and dirt. He could hear the sound of water nearby. Beside him, Barlo was snoring. Iarion smiled. The dwarf was probably exhausted from keeping watch over him with only Sinstari to aid him. Iarion stood up slowly, stretching his stiff limbs, and crept toward the promise of water. The wildcat gave him a look before resettling into a more comfortable position.
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