RETH
They were holed up in a small cave, still several miles from the Tree City. But Aymora insisted that they needed to stop moving Elia until they were sure they could get her all the way back safely.
"It would be better for her to rest here and be safe, than to run her back and end up in battle on the way."
The delay grated on Reth's nerves, but he couldn't fault the wisdom of it. The healer that had waited for them at the temporary camp, who'd helped Aymora patch up the men, and Reth. And who had examined Elia, had agreed on the temporary halt.
"She's very weak."
"The cub?" Reth had asked his voice hoarse with fear.
"Still alive," she'd said, but she didn't smile. "The next two days will be the greatest risk. And if she develops an infection… this is a time to pray to the Creator, Reth."
He'd nodded. He'd already been doing that. But he would redouble his efforts.
