Yara and the dragon sat by the campfire, looking at the map spread in front of them. Gildir had marked all the Resistance Hideout locations across the empire.
There were surprisingly a lot of them.
"We should travel at night too," Yara said suddenly. The dragon blinked at her. Travel at night? Can you humans do without sleep? He wondered.
"We have wasted too much time wandering about and helping people-" the dragon cut her off, "and whose fault is that?" He asked.
"Hey! I couldn't just leave them!" She yelled, glaring at him.
"Not so loud, your voice is plenty annoying," he waved his hand, then gave her an extremely penetrating look. "Why do you pretend so?"
Yara frowned at his question, heart pounding. Pretend? What did he mean?
