Chapter 9 — Fight and Flight ; Part seven

Haeil rode with the vanguard, a few horse-lengths back from Dath and Kedemar. He paid no attention to them, lost in the memory of his earlier conversation with Myra, who rode with the non-combatants in the center of the company. He met her in the hallway of the inn, each going the other way, but she stopped, called his name. His breath caught at the sound of her voice, his palms suddenly slick with sweat. She extended her hand to him, a mage-token in her palm. “I made this.” She said. “For you.” He shook his head, thoughts whirling painfully. “I can’t,” he said, his throat dry. “I can’t give you anything in return.” She smiled. “I ask for nothing, only that you wait for me.” He knew what she meant, wanted it with all his might. “Take it.” She said before he spoke, pressing the token into his hand. “It‘ll draw its power from you, and with it you can heal your friends, provided you have the strength.” She said. He swallowed, closing his fist tightly. “Thank you, Myra.” He whispered.