“Good, you’re awake.” Emelethana’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as she ducked into the shallow cave.

“How long has it been?” Mirhalan asked.

“Nearly two hours. We’ve been lucky.”

“I don’t feel terribly lucky.”

“Consider that the alternative was being devoured by darkhounds as you slept.”

Mirhalan snorted a laugh. “See, now I feel lucky after all.”