“How long do you think it’ll take us to get to where the native people live?” I asked Skylar as we sat around the fire, watching the flames crackle and burn as they consumed the branches we were using as firewood.
“Maybe another two days, if you keep up the pace,” Skylar replied. Her voice was so quiet that I could barely hear it, however. Elsa, Euphie, Yvonne and I exchanged glances with one another, each unwilling to say what we knew in our hearts. Skylar was slowing us down. She was the only one out of all of us who had not had any of the Figs of Vigor, and our day of walking had left her completely exhausted.
Although Skylar was obviously sapped of energy, she had said not a single word about it. Perhaps her pride was keeping her from doing so, although the way she slumped as she sa
