Sixty-one:
Crimson Ashland
The High Priestess had helped Zaan create a tent. It was right next to hers, and bright blue. After everything that happened, Zaan took me there. “What are we doing?” I asked.
“You need to relax,” Zaan said, gripping my hand as he led me into the tent.
“I don’t need to relax,” I said, “I need to go and save my family.”
“We’re going to,” said Zaan, “but we need to come up with a plan first, and that’s not going to happen overnight. You’ve been running for your life. You’ve been getting sick. You’re overwhelmed, and you need to get your strength back up. When was the last time that you ate something?”
I frowned. I couldn’t remember. I had been so focused on everything going on, I hadn’t though
