The night was long, and the moon had risen high into the night sky. I opened my eyes, feeling parched, and used my eyes to search for water, but it looked like the last of it had been spilled over my body before we fell asleep.
I need to find water. I slipped out quietly, not waking either of them, and they seemed to be very exhausted, given they didn't even notice me leaving the tent.
The cool night air hit my skin like a splash of mountain water, a sharp contrast to the sweltering, musky heat I'd left behind in the tent.
My body felt heavy, every muscle humming with the lingering ache of the 'punishment' Noah, Fenric, and Damar had dealt out.
As I walked past the dying embers of the fire, I stopped. The pile of furs we'd given Thalor was empty. The leather skirt and the fur wrap were gone, leaving only an indentation in the bedding.
"Thalor?" I whispered, my voice raspy.
But there was no answer. It was quiet all around. Every beast had retired for the night.
