all washed up

He was sore and tired, his lungs were painful and his pelt was filled with sand, but none of it really mattered as he stood there with Shaye. Her comfort and her well being were so much more important. She leaned against his shoulder and he helped her towards the trees at the edge of the sands. They needed fresh water right now.

Shaye agreed with his assessment, they needed to refresh themselves and then they could move on. First off was their drink, then they could think about further looking at their predicament. Rhyme was almost certain he had no outward facing wounds, just the after effects of being given over to the ocean’s whim. Thankfully it was rather warm here considering the season they were in.

”And then I think that I could sleep for a week.” He chuckled softly as he led her into the copse of trees. He could smell fresh water, and he could hear the sound of running water.