I stood on the damp soil, wringing out my hair until the water ran clear. My clothes were a soaked mess, the hyde sticking to my skin in a way that was definitely going to make the walk back to the village uncomfortable.
I was just wondering if I'd have to trek back looking like a drowned rat when Thalor lifted his hands, his palms facing upward, and summoned his small, shimmering vial.
"I shall help you get dry," he said, and then, with a quick flick of his wrist, a fine mist settled over me.
I watched in genuine surprise as the moisture literally seeped out of the fabric, vanishing into the air until I was as dry as if I'd been sitting by a fire for hours.
"Thanks," I said, offering him a tired but genuine smile. "That's a handy trick to have in this world."
He was like an artificial drying machine. Gosh, this man can do many things, and most of them are going to make my life easier.
Just as we were about to leave, I stepped on a small pointy rock and inwardly cursed.
