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Easton winced visibly. He clambered onto Marie's back and gripped her shoulders lightly, leaning in to feel the heat radiating off of her green hide.
You'll be okay, Jessica. I'm coming. The herb is in our grasp. Just--hang on. Please. You're strong, you can do it. The boy patted his side where Dramur was. The blade was cool and hot at the same time against his leg. If need be, he would fight his way to that herb. But he doubted anyone was on those floating islands...how would they have gotten through?
"Are you ready, Marie?" Easton murmured.
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Bayard flinched visibly at the sound of Akyra's voice in his head. "Wh--" He paused and glanced around at Akyra. Was she...talking to him through his mind?
Uhm. I remember Sayu or Alex saying something about a healer out here. This must be her. Don't worry though, she's not dangerous. Or, at least, to us. She's older than any of us. You don't--you don't have to come with us to the Gale Storm. It could be pretty dangerous. Uncomfortably he rubbed his palms together. He, personally, was fearful that he and Warrick wouldn't be 'pure' enough. Or whatever that meant. He wasn't exactly the most noble rider. Even in the battle of the bandits he'd been stabbed in the shoulder and put out of battle pretty easily when Durriken's wing brought him and Warrick crashing down. Slowly, he touched the scar where he'd been stabbed by the rider Abagail. It didn't hurt, but he'd keep the scar. Either way, his entire life he'd spent with Warrick, riding the clouds and caring for no one but themselves. Was that selfish? Bayard hoped not.
Are you ready, Bayard? He heard Warrick ask.
As ready as I'll ever be,
