The moan had come from Skylar. The four of us looked over quickly, noticing that she was beginning to twitch in her sleep. She lay still for another moment before her hand twitched again, signaling that she was beginning to wake up. She had slept away half the day already, although I was privately glad that she had done so. It had given me more than enough time to pluck some Figs of Vigor from the trees that surrounded us.
"Am I dead?" Skylar mumbled, her eyes struggling to blink themselves open. Sluggishly, she raised a hand and rubbed at one eye, then another, before rolling over on the ground in an attempt to sit up. I made no move to help her, and remained a distance away by the fire that the girls had built. It was the middle of the day, so it was burning quite low. We would bank it
