By evening, Zephyra's legs felt like jelly and her feet were killing her. They'd been walking for hours through thick forest, and every muscle in her body was complaining. Loudly.

"Can we please stop soon?" she asked, trying not to sound as pathetic as she felt. "I think my feet are about to fall off."

Valtoor looked back at her and she could see him trying not to smile at her dramatic complaining. "There's a clearing up ahead where we can make camp for the night."

"Thank god," she muttered. ...