Bab 293: Changing of the Guard - Part 3

AARYN

Aaryn only blacked out for a second, he thought. Long enough for his body to hit the cave floor. But he figured it couldn't have been long before he was blinking and sucking in air, finding his bearings. A forest of legs—the disformed watchers—stopped the sunlight from reaching him from the open mouth of the cave to his right, but there were others circling them now, offering help to Gar, and watching Aaryn carefully as he tried to roll over. He groaned as his sore shoulder complained with a burst of pain when he tried to push up on that elbow.

"Fuck," he muttered and let himself slump again.

There was a burst of whispering among the watchers and Aaryn put his hands over his face so they wouldn't see the twist on his lips.