held finger up to his fros lips, silenc me. I frowned,head to the side. "Why?" I mouthed, instead of a proper answer, he turned to look to where a giant shape was forming. I looked back at him, eyes wide with terror. His head turned, and his eyes stopped, looking at me. In a small, but somehow quick movement he gestured for me to go to him. I did. Slowly as he commanded me, it was though I was under a spell. Or like we had known each other for years, but neither was true. And then, being me…
"Guess we're in this thing together, Grant." "Guess so," Grant answered with a rare grin.
I get the impression that they've known each other for a long time. They're friends - or, they were. Now they're waiting, entirely silent, for someone to show up. They've been waiting for a long time, just looking at each other.
"She's going to be ok, right?" I barely whispered, afraid of the answer. I held the girl's face in my hands, desperately wishing for her eyes to open. He held his fingers to her neck, checking for a pulse. His eyes wouldn't meet my gaze. "We need to get her to the village." I felt tears drip from my eyes. I couldn't lose her. She reminded me too much of Kilsa. She couldn't die.