He dreamed that he was flying. Strange, he’d never dreamed of something like that before. The sun was setting, making the sky a warm gold that wrapped and held him from above while below him stretched nothing but open sea, to eternity and beyond the horizon. He felt a thump and looked around lazily. Where had that come from? There was nothing but him, the sky and the sea. Another. No, wait, a tapping. The sky was darkening. Something rasped at the edge of his mind, pulling him from the light and into blackness. He blinked and rolled over, disoriented, and gave himself a few seconds to organize his thoughts. “I’m here,” he said softly, reaching towards Avari. He found her shoulders and place a hand on her forehead, hoping she wouldn’t hit him in defense. She was feverish. He moved his hand to her collar and spread his fingers to feel her breathing, which wasn’t much better. “You must needing to lay down. Resting.” He swept his hand until he found the waterskin, then held it against her head to cool her off a small amount. “There. Keeping it there will colding. And laying down, now, please.” He scurried over to the oranges and tailweed. “Are you hungry? Would you liking food?” |