"You don't say," I mumbled, forcing a smile as Boyaa waved enthusiastically at us. His mother was right behind him. Her eyes were still wet with tears of joy.
I waved back just as the rest of our company did.
Our shadows on the ground turned my attention to the vanishing sun. Night was about to fall, yet we were no closer to finding Bronn.
Still, the day wasn't uneventful.
A silent burp had me clamping a hand over my mouth. The odd taste on my tongue left after swallowing the dragon egg made me want to gag.
Although when I briefly shifted to a dragon without anyone knowing except Fifi, it tasted delightful.
My stomach felt so full. I don't think I had the appetite to eat more.
Minutes later, when I had fully swallowed the dragon egg, the bed-ridden father got out of bed. His wife and his son were overjoyed, of course. No one dared to question how it was possible.
