The heat of the day began to fade, replaced by the biting cold of the desert night. Yara pulled her cloak tighter around her, her teeth chattering as the temperature plummeted. The dragon remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant dunes.
They walked in silence, the only sound the soft crunch of sand beneath their feet. Yara's leg throbbed with each step, but she gritted her teeth and kept moving, refusing to slow them down. They needed to get as much distance between them and the Pass. She could check out her leg once they made camp.
Yara stole a glance at the dragon. His hair was a mess, clothes torn and scruffy but all the cuts from the tumble had healed off. Stupid super healing skills! She grumbled under her breath as she folded her hands. She'd have to check her leg soon so there weren't any complications. As a healer herself, she knew what she was doing was reckless.
