Cyra's eyes opened, and her heart skipped a beat. she felt something was wrong with Zane, she felt his soul string getting dimmer.
She went through her inner clothing, and brought out a rolled-up fur, opening it with shaking hands and unfolded a tiny clay bottle. She held it to her mouth and used her free hand to straighten her broken bone in place.
She didn't let out a scream already used to broken bones and pain. she swallowed the pain down, scurrying forward not waiting for the blood to heal her, her mind was screaming for her to go to Zane.
Her fast walk turned into a full-blown run, her heart kept beating hard in her chest.
''please be safe,'' she muttered to herself as she flipped on top of the catamel.
hitting its stomach to speed up, she felt through the soul string and saw it was getting dimmer, her heart sank, and hurried through the desert.