from his shoulders to the soles of his feet he ached. All he really needed was a warm fire to take the edge off the night air...
“Never, wake up.”
Never blinked. Light had bloomed in the tent and Tsolde rested a hand on his shoulder. “Sirgeto wants to see you,” she said. Behind her, a small man muttered away to himself as he worked with steaming cups.
“Luis?”
The healer glanced over his shoulder, revealing a cheery face. “He’ll be fine now, thanks to you. Where did you find the chila?”
Never stood. “In –”
“No matter, really, you’ve saved your friend but only if I stop blathering on. Off you go, he’s in good hands,” the healer said, pushing Never outside.
“Thank you,” Never said. He rubbed his eyes, shivering in the cold. How long had he slept? And how deeply? His limbs moved slowly
