~ SASHA ~
She and Zev had been ushered to a wide tree trunk laid alongside the bonfire.
It wasn't until they moved that Sasha remembered the dress—the beautiful dress, now dirtied from her roll in the dirt, and bloodied by the wound on her arm. But there was nothing she could do about it. Zev was still looking at her like she was a present to unwrap, and that was all that mattered.
Zev… She was worried about him.
It was half an hour after the fight with Xar, yet his skin was still sheened in sweat, and he was beginning to look at little pale.
But as they sat alongside the fire and were brought platters of food—succulent, barbequed meat, dried fruit, and a strange dry cake that crumbled and dissolved on her tongue—the healers stood behind them. One of them had already cleaned and wrapped Sasha's arm, while the other still worked on Zev's side.
