Chapter Thirty-TwoDecisions
Golaron opened his eyes and winced.
“How are you feeling?” Silvaranwyn’s soft voice floated down to him.
Golaron tried cracking his eyes open once more. It was daylight. The rising sun seemed unnaturally bright. “How long?” he croaked.
“A day and a half.” Silvaranwyn held out a hand to stop him from sitting up. “You must move slowly. You have lost a lot of blood.” She passed him a waterskin, holding it for him as he drank.
“Any sign of the others?” Golaron asked between sips.
Silvaranwyn shook her head. “I have been watching the battlefield. I have seen no sign of life.”
Golaron forced himself to a sitting position. “Have you not slept the entire time?”
“Not as you would call it, no.” Silvaranwyn forestalled his protest. “I allowed my soul to wander far
